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HYMN   EDITION 


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COPYRIGHT,    1897 

BY  THE  CENTURY  Co. 


NOTE 

This  collection  is  intended  to  accompany 
one  of  larger  size  containing  tunes  as  well  as 
hymns,  and  with  full  indexes  giving  all  neces- 
sary information. 

THE  CENTURY  Co. 


Contents, 


Hymns 

THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP    .     .    .  1-40 

THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP 41-54 

MORNING 55-75 

EVENING 76-112 

THE  LORD'S  DAY 113-138 

THE  HOLY  TRINITY 139-146 

GOD  THE  FATHER 147-177 

JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON 

Advent 178-180 

Nativity 181-205 

Epiphany 206-215 

Prayer  and  Praise 216-247 

Entry  into  Jerusalem 248-250 

In  Gethsemane 251 

Passion  and  Crucifixion 252-285 

In  the  Tomb 286 

Resurrection 287-302 

Ascension 303-312 

Second  Coming 313-329 

Reign  and  Mediation 330-346 

THE  HOLY  GHOST 347-366 

THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURE 367-377 

Invitation 378-388 

Salvation 389-399 

Penitence  and  Confession     ....  400-426 

Faith  and  Consecration 427-467 

Love  and  Gratitude 468-492 

Prayer  and  A&piration 493-529 

Trust  and  Confidence .  530-548 


Hymns 

Activity  and  Zeal 549-564 

Trial  and  Conflict 565-597 

Warfare    .     , 598-607 

Hope  and  Exaltation 608-613 

The  Communion  of  Saints  ....  614-623 

The  Evening  of  Life 624-629 

THE  CHURCH 

The  Church 630-638 

The  Ministry 639-646 

Baptism 647-654 

The  Lord's  Supper 655-677 

Matrimony 678-681 

Missions 682-711 

Almsgiving 712-721 

Temperance 722-724 

Laying  a  Corner-Stone 725,  729 

Dedication  of  a  Church 726,  727 

728,  730,  731 

The  Year 732-739 

Thanksgiving 740-748 

National 749-755 

For  Those  at  Sea 756-758 

Flower  Festivals 759 

Children's  Services 760-775 

Eternal  Life 776-785 

Heaven     786-800 

The  Burial  of  the  Dead 801-808 

General     809-858 

SUPPLEMENTARY  HYMNS 859-861 

SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING      .    .     .    Page  671 

DOXOLOGIES "     688 

THE  LORD'S  PRAYER  AND  THE  COM- 
MANDMENTS        "     691 

INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES  .  "     693 


1  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

T.  Ken. 

2  L.  M. 

ALL  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  : 

Him  serve  with  mirth,  His  praise  forth  tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him  and  rejoice. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  indeed  ; 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make  : 
We  are  his  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  Oh,  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 

Approach  with  joy  His  courts  unto  ; 
Praise,  laud,  and  bless  His  name  always, 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercy  is  for  ever  sure  ; 
His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
From  men  and  from  the  angel-host, 
Be  praise  and  glory  evermore. 

W.  Kethe. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 


L.M. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  praise  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

/.  Watts. 

4  8s,  7s.  81. 

WORSHIP,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Lord,  we  offer  unto  Thee  ; 
Young  and  old  Thy  praise  confessing, 

In  glad  homage  bend  the  knee. 
As  the  saints  in  heav'n  adore  Thee, 

We  would  bow  before  Thy  throne  ; 
As  thine  angels  serve  before  Thee, 

So  on  earth  Thy  will  be  done. 

E.  Osier. 

5  8s,  7s.  81. 

CROWN  His  head  with  endless  blessing, 

Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 
With  compassion  never  ceasing, 

Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 
Lo,  Jehovah,  we  adore  Thee, 

Thee,  our  Saviour,  Thee,  our  God  ; 
From  Thy  throne  Thy  beams  of  glory 

Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

2  Jesus,  Thee  our  Saviour  healing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own  ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  Thy  throne. 


THE   BEGINNING   OF   WORSHIP. 


Now,  ye  saints,  His  power  confessing, 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 

For  His  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 

W.  Goode. 

Q  7s.  81. 

PLEASANT  are  Thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  below 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
Oh,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  Thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  Thy  face, 
For  Thy  fulness,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Bound  Thy  altars,  O  Most  High  ! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest 
In  a  heav'nly  Father's  breast  ! 
Like  the  wand'ring  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 

They  can  to  their  ark  repair 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls  !  their  praises  flow 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe  ; 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies  ; 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength 
Till  they  reach  Thy  throne  at  length  ; 
At  Thy  feet  adoring  fall, 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

4  Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win, 
Guide  me  through  a  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  Thy  side  a  place  ; 


12  THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 

Sun  and  shield  alike  Thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart ; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  Thee, 
Shower,  oh,  shower  them,  Lord,  on  me ! 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

•7  10,10,11,11. 

OH,  worship  the  King  all-glorious  above ; 
Oh,  gratefully  sing  His  power  and  His  love  ; 
Our  shield  and  defender,  the  Ancient  of 

Days, 
Pavilioned    in    splendor,   and    girded  with 

praise. 

2  Oh,  tell  of  His  might,  oh,  sing  of  His  grace  ! 
Whose    robe    is    the    light,  whose    canopy, 

space. 

His  chariots  of  wrath  the  deep  thunder- 
clouds form, 

And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the 
storm. 

3  The  earth,  with  its  store  of  wonders  untold, 
Almighty,  Thy  power  hath  founded  of  old, 
Hath   'stablished    it  fast    by  a    changeless 

decree, 

And  round  it  hath  cast,  like  a  mantle,  the 
sea. 

4  Thy  bountiful  care,  what  tongue  can  recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  descends  to  the 

plain, 
And  sweetly  distils  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 

5  Frail  children  of  dust,  and  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  Thee  to  fail. 
Thy  mercies  how  tender !   how  firm  to  the 

end ! 
Our  maker,  defender,  Redeemer,  and  friend! 


THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP.  13 

6  O  measureless  Might !  ineffable  Love ! 
While  angels  delight  to  hymn  Thee  above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble  their 

lays, 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  Thy  praise. 

B.  Grant. 

g  10,10,11,11 

YE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  His  wonderful  name  ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  He  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save, 
And  still  He  is  nigh  —  His  presence  we  have ; 
The  great  congregation  His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  "  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  Throne," 
Let  all  cry  aloud  and  honor  the  Son ; 

The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore  and  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory  and  power,  all  wisdom  and  might, 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing  for  infinite  Love. 

C.  Wesley. 

Q  P.  M.  (11,12,12,10,  Irregular) 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty ! 

Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise 

to  Thee  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty  ! 

God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy !  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 
Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around 
the  glassy  sea, 


14  THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 

Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before 

Thee, 
Which  wert  and  art  and  evermore  shall  be. 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy !  though  the  darkness  hide 

Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory 

may  not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  holy ;    there  is  none  beside 

Thee, 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  name,  in 

earth,  and  sky,  and  sea ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  merciful  and  mighty ! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 

£.  Eeber. 

L.  M.,  with  Refrain  (8,8,8,8,4,7) 

HOSANNA  to  the  living  Lord ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  Incarnate  Word ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 
Let  earth,  let  heav'n,  Hosanna  sing ! 
Hosanna,  Lord !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

2  Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thine  angels  cry ; 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Thy  saints  reply ; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

3  O  Saviour,  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  Thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  Thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  Thy  p*arting  promise  claim. 

Hosanna,  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 


THE   BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP.  15 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast, 
Eternal !  bid  Thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  Thee  ! 
Hosanna,  Lord  !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock,  redeem'd  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 
Hosanna,  Lord !  Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

R.  Heber. 

H  8s,  7s.  81. 

LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee, 

For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows, 
For  the  pard'ning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  ; 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise : 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away  : 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him,  who  saw  the  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  Thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless  : 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise, 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

F.  S.  Key. 


16  THE   BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


12  8s,  7s.  81. 

EOUND  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 

Cherubim  and  seraphim 
Filled  His  temple  and  repeated 

Each  to  each  th'  alternate  hymn  : 
"Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord!  " 

2  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing, 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy,"  singing, 

"Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  Most  High  !  " 
With  His  seraph  train  before  Him, 

With  His  holy  Church  below, 
Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 

Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow  : 

3  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 

Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored  ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  !  " 
Thus  Thy  glorious  Name  confessing, 

We  adopt  Thine  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  holy,  holy!1'  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  of  hosts  Most  High. 

£.  Mant. 


7s,68.81. 


O  SAVIOUR,  precious  Saviour, 

Whom  yet  unseen  we  love, 
O  Name  of  might  and  favor, 

All  other  names  above  ! 
We  worship  Thee,  we  bless  Thee, 

To  Thee,  O  Christ,  we  sing  ; 
We  praise  Thee,  and  confess  Thee 

Our  holy  Lord  and  King. 


THE   BEGINNING  OF   WORSHIP. 


2  O  bringer  of  salvation, 

Who  wondrously  hast  wrought, 
Thyself  the  revelation 

Of  love  beyond  our  thought, 
We  worship  Thee,  we  bless  Thee, 

To  Thee,  O  Christ,  we  sing  ; 
We  praise  Thee,  and  confess  Thee 

Our  gracious  Lord  and  King. 

3  In  Thee  all  fullness  dwelleth, 

All  grace  and  power  divine  ; 
The  glory  that  excelleth, 

O  Son  of  God,  is  Thine  ; 
We  worship  Thee,  we  bless  Thee, 

To  Thee,  O  Christ,  we  sing  ; 
We  praise  Thee,  and  confess  Thee 

Our  glorious  Lord  and  King. 

4  Oh,  grant  the  consummation 

Of  this  our  song  above, 
In  endless  adoration, 

And  everlasting  love  ; 
Then  shall  we  praise  and  bless  Thee 

Where  perfect  praises  ring, 
And  evermore  confess  Thee 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

F.  E.  Eavergal. 


7s,  6s.  81. 


To  THEE,  my  God  and  Saviour, 

My  heart  exulting  sings, 
Eejoicing  in  Thy  favor, 

Almighty  King  of  kings. 
I'll  celebrate  Thy  glory, 

With  all  Thy  saints  above, 
And  tell  the  joyful  story 

Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 


18  THE   BEGINNING   OF    WORSHIP. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  with  roses 

Bedecks  the  dewy  east, 
And  when  the  sun  reposes 

Upon  the  ocean's  breast, 
My  voice  in  supplication, 

Well  pleased,  Thou  shalt  hear ; 
Oh,  grant  me  Thy  salvation, 

And  to  my  soul  draw  near. 

3  By  Thee  through  life  supported, 

1  pass  the  dangerous  road, 
With  heavenly  hosts  escorted 

Up  to  their  bright  abode ; 
There  cast  my  crown  before  Thee, 

Now  all  my  conflicts  o'er, 
And  day  and  night  adore  Thee  — 

What  can  an  angel  more? 

T.  Haweis. 

15  6,6,4,6,6,6,4 

COME,  Thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days ! 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed : 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 


THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend  ! 

4  Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power  ! 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

C.  Wesley. 
L.  M.  81. 

SING  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song, 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  your  voices  raise  ; 
To  us  His  gracious  gifts  belong, 

To  Him  our  songs  of  love  and  praise. 
For  He  is  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth, 

Whom  angels  serve,  and  saints  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 

2  For  life  and  love,  for  rest  and  food, 

For  daily  help  and  nightly  care, 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  for  He  is  good, 

And  praise  His  name,  for  it  is  fair. 
For  he  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

Whom  angels  serve,  and  saints  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 


20  THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 

3  For  strength  to  those  who  on  Him  wait, 

His  truth  to  prove,  His  will  to  do, 
Praise  ye  our  God,  for  He  is  great  ; 

Trust  in  His  name,  for  it  is  true. 
For  He  is  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

Whom  angels  serve,  and  saints  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 

4  For  life  below,  with  all  its  bliss, 

And  for  that  life,  more  pure  and  high, 
That  inner  life  which  over  this 

Shall  ever  shine,  and  never  diev 
Sing  to  the  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth, 

Whom  angels  serve,  and  saints  adore, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

To  whom  be  praise  for  evermore. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell 

17  *  8s,  7s. 

GOD,  my  King,  Thy  might  confessing, 

Ever  will  I  bless  Thy  Name  ; 
Day  by  day  Thy  throne  addressing, 

Still  will  I  Thy  praise  proclaim. 

2  Honor  great  our  God  befitteth  ; 

Who  His  majesty  can  reach  ? 
Age  to  age  His  works  transmitted, 
Age  to  age  His  power  shall  teach. 

3  They  shall  talk  of  all  Thy  glory, 

On  Thy  might  and  greatness  dwell, 
Speak  of  Thy  dread  acts  the  story, 
And  Thy  deeds  of  wonder  tell. 

4  Nor  shall  fail  from  memory's  treasure, 

Works  by  love  and  mercy  wrought  — 
Works  of  love  surpassing  measure. 
Works  of  mercy  passing  thought. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  gl 

5  Full  of  kindness  and  compassion, 

Slow  to  anger,  vast  in  love, 
God  is  good  to  all  creation ; 
All  His  works  His  goodness  prove. 

6  All  Thy  works,  O  Lord,  shall  bless  Thee, 

Thee  shall  all  Thy  saints  adore  ; 
King  supreme  shall  they  confess  Thee, 
And  proclaim  Thy  sovereign  power. 

7?.  Mant. 

18  L.M. 

HIGH  in  the  heav'ns,  Eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  thro'  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  spring  ! 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

4  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  word. 

/.  Watts. 


19 


L.  M. 


OH,  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  rock  we  praise. 


THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste 

To  thank  Him  for  His  favors  past ; 
To  Him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  His  name  belongs. 

3  For  God  the  Lord,  enthroned  in  state, 
Is  with  unrivall'd  glory  great, 

A  King  superior  far  to  all 

Whom  gods  the  heathen  falsely  call. 

4  Oh,  let  us  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there, 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 

Tate  and  Brady. 

20 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  name? 

4  We'll  crowd  Thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  Thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

/.   Watts. 


THE   BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  83 


21  s- M- 

How  charming  is  the  place 

Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 

And  sheds  His  love  abroad. 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4  To  them  His  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts, 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

5  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

S.  Stennett. 

22  s- M- 

SING  to  the  Lord,  our  might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 

To  praise  our  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  His  holy  house 

And  this  His  festal  day, 
When  He  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given ; 


24  THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 

The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven. 

4  We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  His  fold, 
To  pity  and  to  bless. 

5  Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  hearts  for  Him  to  fill ; 
And  He  that  Israel  then  supplied 
Will  help  His  Israel  still. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

S.  M. 

COME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
"And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
Should  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound 

And  every  tear  be  dry;  [ground 

We're  marching  through  Emmanuel's 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

/.  Watts. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  35 

24.  s.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love, 

Sing  of  His  rising  power ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 

1 '  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;  " 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

5  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  swell  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

W.  Hammond. 


25 


6,6,6,6,4,4. 


LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are ! 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires 
To  see  my  God. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 


2  Oh,  happy  souls  who  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
Oh,  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still  ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears. 
Oh,  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet  ! 

I.  Watts. 


26 


S.  M. 


WITH  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 
To  those  bright  realms  above, 

That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  Love. 

2  Before  Thy  throne  we  bow, 

O  Thou  almighty  King ; 
Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

3  While  in  Thy  house  we  kneel, 

With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  Thy  truth  reveal 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

4  Lord,  teach  our  hearts  to  pray 

And  tune  our  lips  to  sing ; 
Nor  from  Thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  bring. 

T.  Jervis. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  27 

27  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

OPEN  now  Thy  gates  of  beauty, 

Zion,  let  me  enter  there, 
Where  my  soul  in  joyful  duty 

Waits  for  Him  who  answers  pray'r : 
Oh,  how  blessed  is  this  place, 
Filled  with  solace,  light,  and  grace. 

2  Yes,  my  God,  I  come  before  Thee, 

Come  Thou  also  down  to  me ; 
Where  we  find  Thee  and  adore  Thee, 

There  a  heaven  on  earth  must  be. 
To  my  heart,  oh,  enter  Thou, 
Let  it  be  Thy  temple  now. 

3  Here  Thy  praise  is  gladly  chanted, 

Here  Thy  seed  is  duly  sown  ; 
Let  my  soul,  where  it  is  planted, 

Bring  forth  precious  sheaves  alone, 
So  that  all  I  hear  may  be 
Fruitful  unto  life  in  me. 

4  Thou  my  faith  increase  and  quicken, 

Let  me  keep  Thy  Gift  divine, 
Howsoe'er  temptations  thicken  ; 

May  Thy  Word  still  o'er  me  shine, 
As  my  pole-star  through  my  life, 
As  my  comfort  in  my  strife. 

5  Speak,  O  God,  and  I  will  hear  Thee, 

Let  Thy  will  be  done  indeed ; 
May  I  undisturbed  draw  near  Thee 

Whilst  Thou  dost  Thy  people  feed. 
Here  of  life  the  fountain  flows, 
Here  is  balm  for  all  our  woes. 

B.  Schmolck.     Tr.  C,  Winkwvrth. 


THE   BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


28  c- M- 

LORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  broken  spirit  pitying  see ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
Then  let  a  kindling  glance  from  Thee 
Beam  hope  upon  the  heart. 

3  When  our  responsive  tongues  essay 

Their  grateful  hymns  to  raise, 
Grant  that  our  souls  may  join  the  lay 
And  mount  to  Thee  in  praise. 

4  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer 

May  we  our  wills  resign  ; 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
That  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

5  May  faith  each  meek  petition  fill 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness  still 
That  grants  it  or  denies. 

J.  D.  Carlyle. 

29  o.  M. 

COME,  Thou  desire  of  all  Thy  saints, 

Our  humble  strains  attend, 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 

Low  at  Thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above,* 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 


THE   BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  29 

3  Come,  Lord,  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heav'nly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  Thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  Thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say, 

Come,  great  Redeemer,  come  ! 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  Thy  children  home. 

Anne  Steele. 

30  S    M.  81. 

CROWN  Him  with  many  crowns, 
The  Lamb  upon  His  throne  ; 

Hark  !  how  the  heav'nly  anthem  drowns 
All  music  but  its  own  ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  sing 
Of  Him  who  died  for  tfiee, 

Aild  hail  Him  as  thy  matchless  King 
Thro'  all  eternity. 

2  Crown  Him  the  Virgin's  Son, 

The  Gpd  incarnate  born, 
Whose  arm  those  crimson  trophies  won 

Which  now  His  brow  adorn  ; 

Fruit  of  the  mystic  rose, 

As  of  that  rose  the  stem  ; 
The  root  whence  mercy  ever  flows, 

The  Babe  of  Bethlehem. 


THE   BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 


3  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  love ; 
Behold  His  hands  and  side, 

Rich  wounds,  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified  : 

No  angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  wond'ring  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 

4  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  peace, 
Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 

From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 
And  all  be  prayer  and  praise. 
His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 
And  round  His  pierced  feet 

Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 
Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 

5  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  years, 
The  potentate  of  time, 

Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 

Ineffably  sublime. 

All  hail,  Redeemer,  hail ! 

For  Thou  hast  died  for  me  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  never,  never  fail 

Throughout  eternity. 

M.  Bridges. 


31 


S.  M.  81. 

COME,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 
He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 

2  Come,  worship  at  His  throne  ; 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 


THE   BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP.  31 

We  are  His  works,  and  not  our  own ; 

He  formed  us  by  His  word. 
To-day  attend  His  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

/.  Watts. 

32  10s- 

As    PANTS    the    wearied   hart    for    cooling 

springs, 
That  sinks   exhausted   in    the   summer's 

chase, 
So  pants  my  soul  for  Thee,  great  King  of 

kings, 

So  thirsts  to  reach  Thy  sacred  dwelling- 
place. 

2  Lord,  Thy  sure  mercies,  ever  in  my  sight, 

My  heart  shall  gladden  through  the  tedi- 
ous day ; 

And  'midst  the  dark  and  gloomy  shades  of 
night, 

To  Thee,  my  God,  I'll  tune  the  grateful 
lay. 

3  Why  faint,  my  soul?  why  doubt  Jehovah's 

aid? 
Thy  God    the  God  of   mercy  still  shall 

prove  ; 
Within  His  courts  thy  thanks  shall  yet  be 

paid  ; 

Unquestioned    be    His    faithfulness    and 
love. 

R.  Lowth.    Tr.  G.  Gregory. 

33  10s 

FATHER,  again  in  Jesus'  name  we  meet, 
And  bow  in  penitence  beneath  Thy  feet ; 


THE  BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


Again  to  Thee  our  feeble  voices  raise, 
To  sue  for  mercy,  and  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

2  Oh,  we  would  bless  Thee  for  Thy  ceaseless 

care, 

And  all  Thy  work  from  day  to  day  declare  ! 
Is  not  our  life  with  hourly  mercies  crowned  ? 
Does  not  Thine  arm  encircle  us  around  ? 

3  Alas !   unworthy  of  Thy  boundless  love, 
Too  oft  with    careless   feet  from  Thee  we 

rove ; 
But  now,  encouraged  by  Thy  voice,  we 

come, 
Returning  sinners,  to  a  Father's  home. 

4  Oh,   by  that    name   in    which   all    fulness 

dwells, 

Oh,  by  that  love  which  every  love  excels, 
Oh,  by  that  blood  so  freely  shed  for  sin, 
Open  blest  mercy's  gate,  and  take  us  in  ! 

L.  E.  G.   Whitmore. 
34  C.  M.  81. 

O  VERY  God  of  very  God, 

And  very  Light  of  Light, 
Thy  feet  this  earth's  dark  valley  trod, 

That  so  it  might  be  bright. 
Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong, 

Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes ; 
Cold  is  the  night,  and  oh,  we  long 

That  Thou,  our  sun,  wouldst  rise. 

2  And  even  now,  though  dull  and  gray, 

The  east  is  brightening  fast, 
And  kindling  to  the  perfect  day 

That  never  shall  be  past. 
Oh,  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done, 

And  we  have  reached  the  shore 
Where  Thou,  our  everlasting  sun, 

Art  shining  evermore. 


THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP.  33 

3  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  springs, 
Till  Thou  shalt  come,  our  gloom  to  chase, 

With  healing  in  Thy  wings. 
To  God  the  Father,  power  and  might 

Both  now  and  ever  be ; 
To  Him  that  is  the  light  of  light, 
And,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  ! 

J.  M.  Neati. 

35  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit. 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One ! 
Glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run! 

2  Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain  ; 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  him  to  reign  ! 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once^  was  slain ! 

3  Glory  to  the  King  of  angels, 

Glory  to  the  Church's  King, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations, 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring  ! 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 

4  Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal  ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  ; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings, 

Glory,  glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings ! 

n.  Sonar. 
2 


34  THE  BEGINNING  OF  WORSHIP. 


36 

IN  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near ; 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling, 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear— 

Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  weary  be, 

Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

Thee  Thy  people  shall  adore  ; 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 
Far  than  thought  conceived  before  — 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 

T.  Kelly. 

37  .  7s,  61. 

LORD  of  power,  Lord  of  might, 
God  and  Father  of  us  all, 

Lord  of  day,  and  Lord  of  night, 
Listen  to  our  solemn  call ; 

Listen,  whilst  to  Thee  we  raise 

Songs  of  pray'r  and  songs  of  praise. 

2  Light  and  love  and  life  are  Thine, 

Great  Creator  of  all  good. 
Fill  our  souls  with  light  divine  ; 
Give  us,  with  our  daily  food, 
Blessings  from  Thy  heavenly  store  — 
Blessings  rich  for  evermore. 


THE   BEGINNING   OF   WORSHIP.  35 

3  6rraft  within  our  heart  of  hearts 

Love  undying  for  Thy  name  ; 
Bid  us,  ere  the  day  departs, 

Spread  afar  our  Maker's  fame  ; 
Young  and  old  together  bless  ; 
Clothe  our  souls  with  righteousness. 

4  Full  of  years,  and  full  of  peace, 

May  our  life  on  earth  be  blest. 
When  our  trials  here  shall  cease, 

And  at  last  we  sink  to  rest, 
Fountain  of  eternal  love, 
Call  us  to  our  home  above. 

G.  Thring. 

38  °  M- 

APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  pray'r  ; 

There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed, 
By  war  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died  ! 

5  Oh,  wondrous  love  !   to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  name. 

J.  Newton. 


THE   BEGINNING   OF  WORSHIP. 


39 


7s. 


LORD,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion,  now  descend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Strong  in  faith,  in  love,  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  those  who  seek  may  find 
Thee  a  God  sincere  and  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick, 'the  captive  free, 

Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

W.  Hammond. 

40 

To  THY  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 

2  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 


THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP.  37 

Hear  me,  for  Thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  Thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  Thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  Thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  Thy  Name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  Thee  speaking  from  the  sky. 

5  From  Thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"I  have  walked  with  God  to-day."" 
J.  Montgomery. 

41  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 

Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 
Oh,  refresh  us, 

Trav'ling  thro'  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration 

For  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

Ever  faithful 
To  the  truth  may  we  be  found  ! 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

May  we  ever 
Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

J.  Fawcett. 


THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 


42  8>8>8>6 

THE  Sabbath-day  has  reach'd  its  close, 
Yet,  Saviour,  ere  I  seek  repose, 
Grant  me  the  peace  Thy  love  bestows  : 
Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

2  O  heavenly  comforter,  sweet  guest ! 
Hallow  and  calm  my  troubled  breast ; 
Weary,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest : 

Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

3  Let  not  the  gospel  seed  remain 
Unfruitful,  or  be  sown  in  vain  ; 

Let  heavenly  dews  descend  like  rain  : 
Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

4  Oh,  ever  present,  ever  nigh, 

Thou  hear'st  the  contrite  spirit's  sigh ; 
Jesus,  on  Thee  I  fix  mine  eye  ; 
Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

5  My  only  intercessor  Thou, 
Mingle  Thy  fragrant  incense  now 
With  every  prayer,  and  every  vow : 

Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

6  And,  oh,  when  life's  short  course  shall  end, 
And  death's  dark  shades  around  impend, 
My  God,  my  everlasting  Friend, 

Smile  on  my  evening  hour. 

Charlotte  Elliott. 

43  c.  M. 

O  GOD,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given, 

By  whom  the  harvest  blest, 
Thy  word,  like  manna  shower'd  from  heav'n, 

Implant  within  our  breast. 

2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 
And  plunderers  of  the  air, 


THE   CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 


The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat, 
And  thorns  of  worldly  care. 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  sown, 

Do  Thou  Thy  grace  supply  ; 
The  hope  in  earthly  furrows  strown, 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 

R.  Heber. 

4.4.  *       C.  M. 

AND  now  the  wants  are  told,  that  brought 

Thy  children  to  Thy  knee ; 
Here  lingering  still,  we  ask  for  nought, 

But  simply  worship  Thee. 

2  The  hope  of  heaven's  eternal  days 

Absorbs  not  all  the  heart 
That  gives  Thee  glory,  love,  and  praise, 
For  being  what  Thou  art. 

3  For  Thou  art  God,  the  one,  the  same, 

O'er  all  things  high  and  bright ; 
And  round  us,  when  we  speak  Thy  name, 
There  spreads  a  heaven  of  light. 

4  Oh,  wondrous  peace,  in  thought  to  dwell 

On  excellence  divine  ; 
To  know  that  nought  in  man  can  tell 
How  fair  Thy  beauties  shine  ! 

5  O  Thou,  above  all  blessing  blest, 

O'er  thanks  exalted  far, 

Thy  very  greatness  is  a  rest 

To  weaklings  as  we  are ; 

6  For  when  we  feel  the  praise  of  Thee 

A  task  beyond  our  powers, 
We  say,  "A  perfect  God  is  He, 
And  He  is  fully  ours." 

W.  Bright. 


40  THE   CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 

8s,  7s.  81. 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  trials  yet  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us,  — 

Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  in  Thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 

T.  Hastings. 


46 


MAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above  ! 
Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other,  and  the  Lord; 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

J.  Newton. 


4*7 


Lo,  THE  day  of  rest  declineth, 
Gather  fast  the  shades  of  night  ; 

May  the  Sun  which  ever  shineth, 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light  ! 

While  Thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 
Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing, 


THE   CLOSE   OF   WORSHIP.  41 

Father,  grant  Thine  evening  blessing, 
Fold  us  safe  beneath  Thy  wing ! 

C.  Bobbins. 

48  10s- 

SAVIOUR,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise 
With  one  accord  our  parting  hymn  of  praise  ; 
We  stand  to  bless  Thee  ere  our  worship  cease ; 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of  peace. 

2  Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward  way; 
With  Thee  began,  with  Thee  shall  end  the  day: 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts  from 

shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy  name. 

3  Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord,  through  the  com- 
ing night ; 

Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light ; 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  children 

free, 
For  dark  and  light  are  both  alike  to  Thee. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earthly 
life, 

Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife ; 
Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  conflict 

cease, 
Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

J.  Ellerton. 

49  c.  M. 

THE  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  bend 

His  blessing  to  receive  ; 
His  gift  of  peace  upon  us  send, 

Before  His  courts  we  leave. 

2  The  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  walk 

Along  our  homeward  road  ; 
In  silent  thought  or  friendly  talk 
Our  hearts  be  still  with  God. 


42  THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 

3  The  Lord  be  with  us  till  the  night 

Shall  close  the  day  of  rest ; 
Be  He  of  every  heart  the  light, 
Of  every  home  the  guest. 

4  The  Lord  be  with  us  still,  we  pray, 

His  nightly  watch  to  keep  ; 
•  Crown  with  His  peace  His  own  blest  day, 
And  guard  His  people's  sleep. 

J.  Ellerton. 


50 


L.M.61. 


SWEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go ; 
Thy  word  into  our  minds  instil ; 
And  make  our  hike-warm  hearts  to  glow 
With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's  long  day  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run, 

And  Thou  hast  taken  count  of  all, 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won, 
The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  evil  ways 

True  absolution  and  release, 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 
With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

4  For  all  we  love,  the  poor,  the  sad, 

The  sinful,  unto  Thee  we  call ; 
O  let  Thy  mercy  make  us  glad  ; 
Thou  art  our  Saviour,  and  our  all. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

5  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us ;  night  is  come  ; 

Thro'  night  and  darkness  near  us  be; 


THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP.  43 

Good  angels  watch  about  our  home, 
And  we  are  one  day  nearer  Thee. 
Through  life's  long  day,  etc. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

51  8,7,8,7,7,7 

SAVIOUR,  now  the  day  is  ending 
And  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 

Let  Thy  Holy  Dove,  descending, 
Bring  Thy  mercy  to  us  all  ; 

Set  Thy  seal  on  every  heart, 

Jesus,  bless  us  ere  we  part. 

2  Bless  the  gospel-message,  spoken 

In  Thine  own  appointed  way  ; 
Give  each  longing  soul  a  token 

Of  Thy  tender  love  to-day  ; 
Set  Thy  seal  on  every  heart, 
Jesus,  bless  us  ere  we  part. 

3  Comfort  those  in  pain  and  sorrow, 

Watch  each  sleeping  child  of  Thine ; 
Let  us  all  arise  to-morrow 

Strengthened  by  Thy  grace  Divine  ; 
Set  Thy  seal  on  every  heart, 
Jesus,  bless  us  ere  we  part. 

4  Pardon  Thou  each  deed  unholy, 

Lord,  forgive  each  sinful  thought ; 
Make  us  contrite,  pure,  and  lowly, 

By  Thy  great  example  taught ; 
Set  Thy  seal  on  every  heart, 
Jesus,  bless  us  ere  we  part. 

S.  Doudney. 

52  L-M- 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  bless  the  word 
Which  thro'  Thy  grace  we  now  have  heard  ; 
O  may  the  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit. 


44  THE  CLOSE  OF  WORSHIP. 

2  We  praise  Thee  for  the  means  of  grace, 
Thus  in  Thy  courts  to  seek  Thy  face. 
Grant,  Lord,  that  we  who  worship  here 
May  all,  at  last,  in  heaven  appear. 

Anon. 


53 


L.  M. 


DISMISS  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord ; 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  Thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  Thou  art  good ; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  burdened  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

J.  Hart. 

54  c.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  Thy  word  is  cast 
Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 

O  may  it  grow  in  humble  hearts, 
And  righteous  fruits  abound. 

2  Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove. 
But  give  it  root  in  praying  souls 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

3  Let  not  the  world's  deceitful  cares 

The  rising  plant  destroy, 
But  may  it,  in  converted  minds, 
Produce  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Let  not  Thy  word,  so  kindly  sent 

To  raise  us  to  Thy  throne, 
Return  to  Thee,  and  sadly  tell 
That  we  reject  Thy  Son. 

J.  Cawood 


MORNING.  45 


55  L- M- 

NEW  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Thro'  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies,  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray  ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven, 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If  on  our  daily  course  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  arid  prayer 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

5  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask  — 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

6  Only,  O  Lord,  in  Thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above, 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day, 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

J.  Keble. 


56 


7s. 


As  THE  sun  doth  daily  rise, 
Bright'ning  all  the  morning  skies ; 
So  to  Thee  with  one  accord 
Lift  we  up  our  hearts,  O  Lord. 

2  Thou,  by  whom  all  things  are  fed, 
Give  us  for  the  day  our  bread  ; 


46  MORNING. 


Strength  unto  our  souls  afford 
From  the  Bread  of  heaven,  O  Lord. 

3  Be  our  guard  in  sin  and  strife ; 
Be  the  leader  of  our  life  ; 
While  we  daily  search  Thy  word, 
Wisdom  true  impart,  O  Lord. 

4  When  the  sun  withdraws  his  light, 
When  we  seek  our  beds  at  night, 
Thou,  by  sleepless  hosts  adored, 
Hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  O  Lord. 

Anon.    Tr.  Earl  Nelson. 

5*7  6s.  61. 

WHEN  morning  gilds  the  skies, 
My  heart  awaking  cries 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 
Alike  at  work  and  prayer, 
To  Jesus  I  repair ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

2  Whene'er  the  sweet  church  bell 
Peals  over  hill  and  dell 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings, 
As  joyously  it  rings, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

3  My  tongue  shall  never  tire 
Of  chanting  with  the  choir, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
This  song  of  sacred  joy, 
It  never  seems  to  cloy, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 

4  When  sleep  her  balm  denies, 
My  silent  spirit  sighs, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
When  evil  thoughts  molest, 


MORNING.  47 


With  this  I  shield  my  breast, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 

5  Does  sadness  fill  my  mind, 
A  solace  here  I  find, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss, 
My  comfort  still  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 

6  The  night  becomes  as  day, 
When  from  the  heart  we  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

7  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 

8  Be  this,  while  life  is  mine, 
My  canticle  divine, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised ! 
Be  this  the  eternal  song 
Through  ages  all  along, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  ! 

German.    Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


58 


L.   M. 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Thy  precious  time  misspent,  redeem ; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem  ; 


48  MORNING. 


Improve  thy  talent  with  due  care, 
For  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long,  unwearied,  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

4  All  praise  to  Thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept, 
Grant,    Lord,    when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake. 

5  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard   my  first  springs  of   thought  and 

will; 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

T.  Ken. 

59  11,11,11,5 

BEHOLD,  the  shade  of  night  is  now  reced- 
ing, 
Kindling  with  splendors  fair  the  dawn  is 

glowing  ; 

With  fervent  hearts,  oh,  let  us  all  implore 
Him, 
Ruler  Almighty. 

2  That  He,  our  God,  will  look  on  us  in  pity, 

Send  strength  for  weakness,  grant  us  His 

salvation, 

And  with  a  Father's  pure  affection  give  us 
Glory  eternal. 

3  This    grace   oh,    grant   us,    Godhead  ever- 

blessed 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 


MORNING.  49 


Whose  praises  be  through  earth's  most  dis- 
tant regions 
Ever  resounding. 

Tr.  R.  Palmer. 

go  L  M  61 

WHEN,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine, 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  As  every  day,  Thy  mercy  spares, 
Will  bring  its  trials  and  its  cares, 
O  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  Thou  my  counselor  and  friend  ; 
Teach  me  Thy  precepts  all  divine, 
And  be  Thy  great  example  mine. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 

With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning's  sun  shall  rise, 
Oh,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies  ! 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
Then  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  Thy  face  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

W.  Shrubsole. 

Ql  L.M. 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 

Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 


50  MORNING. 


2  Thou  spreadst  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command, 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

/.  Watts, 

62  7s-61- 

CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Dayspring  from  on  high,  be  near, 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn 

Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  Thou  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes,  and  warm  my  heart. 

3  Visit  then  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief ; 
Fill  me,  Radiancy  Divine, 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief ; 
More  and  more  Thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

C.  Wesley. 


63 


7s.  61. 


EV'RY  morning  mercies  new- 
Fall  as  fresh  as  morning  dew; 
Ev'ry  morning  let  us  pay 
Tribute  with  the  early  day ; 


MORNING.  51 


For  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  sure, 
Thy  compassion  doth  endure. 

2  Still  the  greatness  of  Thy  love 
Daily  doth  our  sins  remove  ; 
Daily,  far  as  east  from  west, 
Lifts  the  burden  from  the  breast ; 
Gives  unbought,  to  those  who  pray, 
Strength  to  stand  in  evil  day. 

3  Let  our  prayers  each  morn  prevail, 
That  these  gifts  may  never  fail ; 
And,  as  we  confess  the  sin 

And  the  tempter's  power  within, 
Feed  us  with  the  Bread  of  Life, 
Fit  us  for  our  daily  strife. 

4  As  the  morning  light  returns, 
As  the  sun  with  splendor  burns, 
Teach  us  still  to  turn  to  Thee, 
Ever  blessed  Trinity, 

With  our  hands  our  hearts  to  raise, 
In  unfailing  prayer  and  praise. 

G.  Phillimore. 

64  8,4,7,8,4,7 

COME,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking, 
Now  is  breaking 

O'er  the  earth  another  day ; 
Come,  to  Him  who  made  this  splendor 
See  thou  render 

All  thy  feeble  strength  can  pay. 

2  Pray  that  He  may  prosper  ever 
Each  endeavor, 

When  thine  aim  is  good  and  true ; 
But  that  He  may  ever  thwart  thee, 
And  convert  thee, 

When  thou  evil  would'st  pursue. 


52  MORNING. 


3  Think  that  He  thy  ways  beholdeth  ; 
He  unfoldeth 

Every  fault  that  lurks  within  ; 
He  the  hidden  shame  glossed  over 
Can  discover, 

And  discern  each  deed  of  sin. 

4  Mayest  thou  on  life's  last  morrow, 
Free  from  sorrow, 

Pass  away  in  slumber  sweet ; 
And,  released  from  death's  dark  sadness, 
Rise  in  gladness, 

That  far  brighter  Sun  to  greet. 

5  Only  God's  free  gifts  abuse  not, 
Light  refuse  riot, 

But  His  Spirit's  voice  obey  ; 
Thou  with  Him  shalt  dwell,  beholding 
Light  enfolding 

All  things  in  unclouded  day. 

F.  E.  L.  wn  Canitz.     Tr.  H.  J.  Buckoll. 


65 


C.  M. 


LORD,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye  — 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting,  at  His  Father's  throne, 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

S  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort 
To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 


MORNING.  63 


I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh,  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness. 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

/.  Watts. 

66  c  M- 

0  GOD,  before  the  sun's  bright  beams 
All  night's  dark  shadows  fly ; 

When  on  the  soul  Thy  mercy  gleams, 
All  doubts  and  terrors  die. 

2  So  freshly  falls  Thy  heaven-sent  grace 

As  morning's  gladdening  breath  ; 
Gives  light  to  all  to  seek  Thy  face, 
And  guides  in  life  and  death. 

3  O  holy  light !    O  light  of  God  ! 

O  light  unseen  below, 
Which  fills  the  courts  of  Thine  abode, 
Which  there  the  blest  shall  know  ! 

4  Swift  comes  the  hour  when  none  can  toil, 

Short  is  the  rugged  way  ; 
Teach  us  our  lamps  to  fill  w7ith  oil 
Whilst  it  is  called  to-day. 

5  Then  we  shall  see  that  glorious  light 

Which  to  the  saints  is  given, 
So  sweet,  so  fair,  so  passing  bright, 
The  eternal  morn  of  heaven. 

O.  Phittimore. 

67  o.  M. 

MY  soul,  awake  !  thy  rest  forsake, 
And  greet  the  morning  light ; 

With  song  arise  —  glad  sacrifice 
For  mercies  of  the  night. 


54  MORNING. 


2  With  courage  drest,  strong-hearted,  blest, 

Fulfil  thy  work  abroad  ; 
Fearless  and  true,  thy  way  pursue, 
A  happy  child  of  God. 

3  Amid  the  strife  of  daily  life, 

Amid  its  noontide  heat, 
Fear  not  to  miss  thy  secret  bliss, 
The  rest  of  sonship  sweet. 

4  In  liberty  of  holy  glee, 

Accept  thy  childhood's  part, 
And  thou  shalt  find,  by  faith  enshrined, 
The  Father  in  thy  heart. 

5  Oh,  blessed  rest !    With  such  a  guest 

Life's  duty  grows  divine, 
Dross  becomes  gold,  and,  as  of  old, 
The  water  turns  to  wine. 

6  Eternal  praise  to  Thee  we  raise, 

Who  deign'st  with  men  to  dwell ; 
Great  Word  of  God,  Jehovah  !  Lord  ! 
Adored  Emmanuel ! 

J.  E.  Livock. 

68  c  M 

O  FATHER,  hear  my  morning  prayer, 

Thy  aid  impart  to  me, 
That  I  may  make  my  life  to-day 

Acceptable  to  Thee. 

2  May  this  desire  my  spirit  rule, 

And,  as  the  moments  fly, 
Something  of  good  be  born  in  me, 
Something  of  evil  die. 

3  Some  grace  that  seeks  my  heart  to  win, 

With  shining  victory  meet, 
Some  sin  that  strives  for  mastery, 
Find  overthrow  complete. 


MORNING.  55 


4  That  so  throughout  the  coming  day 

The  hours  shall  carry  me 
A  little  farther  from  the  world, 
A  little  nearer  Thee. 

F.  A.  Percy. 

(39  ns,ios. 

Now,  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night,  re- 
treating 

Before  the  sun's  red  banner,  swiftly  flee  ; 
Now,   when   the    terrors  of    the    dark   are 

fleeting, 

O  Lord,  we  lift  our  thankful  hearts  to 
Thee. 

2  To   Thee,    whose   word,  the  w  fount   of   life 

unsealing, 
When  hill  and  dale  in  thickest  darkness 

Jay, 
Awoke   bright  rays  across  the   dim  earth 

stealing, 

And    bade   the  eve   and  morn   complete 
the  day. 

3  Look  from  the  height  of  heaven  and  send 

to  cheer  us 

Thy  light  and  truth,  and  guide  us  on- 
ward still  ; 
Still  let  Thy  mercy,  as  of  old,  be  near  us, 

And  lead  us  safely  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

4  So,    when   that   morn    of    endless   light  is 

waking, 
And  shades  of  evil   from  its  splendors 

flee, 
Safe  may  we  rise,    this  earth's  dark  vale 

forsaking, 

Through  all  the  long  bright  day  to  dwell 
with  Thee, 


56  MORNING. 


5  Be    this    by    Thee,    O    God    thrice    holy, 

granted. 

O  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  ever  blest ; 
Whose  glory  by  the  heaven  and   earth   is 

chanted, 

Whose  name  by  men  and  angels  is  con- 
fest. 

Anon. 

70  °  M- 

O  LORD  of  life,  Thy  quick'ning  voice 

Awakes  my  morning  song  ; 
In  gladsome  words  I  would  rejoice 

That  I  to  Thee  belong. 

2  I  see  Thy  light,  I  feel  Thy  wind  ; 

Earth  is  Thy  uttered  word  ; 
Whatever  wakes  my  heart  and  mind, 
Thy  presence  is,  my  Lord. 

3  Therefore  I  choose  my  highest  part, 

And  turn  my  face  to  Thee  ; 
Therefore  I  stir  my  inmost  heart 
To  wrorship  fervently. 

4  Within  my  heart,  speak,  Lord,  speak  on, 

My  heart  alive  to  keep 
Till  the  night  comes,  and,  labor  done, 
In  Thee  I  fall  asleep. 

G.  Macdonald. 

r/i  L.  M. 

O  JESUS,  Lord  of  heav'nly  grace, 

Thou  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  face  ; 

Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 

Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night ! 

2  Come,  holy  sun  of  heavenly  love, 

Shower  down  Thy  radiance  from  above, 


MORNING.  57 


And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness ; 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  bring  us  to  a  prosperous  end. 

4  May  faith,  deep-rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control ; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

5  Oh,  hallowed  be  the  approaching  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noonday  light. 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

6  O  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  is  borne : 
Oh,  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  Thee  ! 

Ambrose.    Tr.  J.  Chandler. 

72  L' 

LORD  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  gift  of  light : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly, 
We  seem  to  find  Thee  now  more  nigh. 

2  Fresh  hopes  have  wakened  in  the  heart, 
Fresh  force  to  do  our  daily  part ; 

Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  restore 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  Thee  more. 

3  Yet  whilst  Thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do  ; 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 


58  MORNING. 


4  O  Lord  of  lights,  'tis  Thou  alone 

Canst  make  our  darkened  hearts  thine  own  ; 
Though  this  new  day  with  joy  we  see, 
Great  Dawn  of  God,  we  cry  for  Thee ! 

5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  friend, 
Praise  Him  thro'  time  till  time  shall  end, 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  name  adore 
Through  heaven's  great  day  of  evermore. 

F.  T.  Palgrave. 

lls,10s.  Iambic 

STILL,  still  with  Thee,  when  purple  morn- 
ing breaketh, 
When  the  bird  waketh,  and  the  shadows 

flee  ; 

Fairer  than  morning,  lovelier  than  the  day- 
light, 

Dawns  the  sweet  consciousness,  I  am  with 
Thee! 

2  Alone  with  Thee,  amid  the  mystic  shadows, 

The  solemn  hush  of  nature  newly  born  ; 
Alone  with  Thee,  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the 
morn. 

3  When  sinks  the  soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to 

slumber, 
Its    closing    eye    looks    up    to    Thee    in 

prayer ; 
Sweet  the  repose  beneath  Thy  wings  o'er- 

shading, 
But  sweeter  still,  to  wake  and  find  Thee 

there. 

4  So  shall  it  be  at  last,  in  that  bright  morn- 

ing, 

When  the  soul  waketh,  and  life's  shad- 
ows flee  ; 


MORNING.  59 


Oh,    in    that    hour,    fairer    than    daylight 

dawning, 

Shall   rise   the   glorious   thought,    I  am 
with  Thee  ! 

Mrs.  H.  E.  Stowe. 

74  7,8,7,8,7,7 

LIGHT  of  light,  enlighten  me ! 

Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning  ; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  shadows  flee ; 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning ! 
With  Thy  joyous  sunshine  blest, 
Happy  is  my  day  of  rest. 

2  Fount  of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 

To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me  ; 
Thou  from  earth  my  soul  release, 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me ; 
Bless  Thy  word  that  it  may  prove 
Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  dost  love. 

3  Kindle  Thou  the  sacrifice 

That  upon  my  lips  is  lying ; 
Clear  the  shadows  from  mine  eyes, 

That,  from  every  error  flying, 
No  strange  fire  may  in  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 

4  Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 
Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away. 

All  my  soul  to  Thee  up-springing, 
Have  a  foretaste  inly  given, 
How  they  worship  Thee  in  heaven. 

5  Rest  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 

Build  a  paradise  within  me  ; 
Oh,  reveal  Thyself  to  me, 

Blessed  Love,  who  died'st  to  win  me ; 
Fed  from  Thine  exhaustless  urn, 
Pure  and  bright  my  lamp  shall  burn. 


MORNING. 


6  Hence  all  care,  all  vanity, 

For  the  day  to  God  is  holy  : 
Come,  thou  glorious  majesty, 

Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly ; 
Naught  to-day  my  soul  shall  move, 
Simply  resting  in  Thy  love. 

B.  Schmolck.    Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 

75  8,8,8,4 

MY  God  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 

From  blush  of  morn  to  evening  star, 

As  that  which  calls  me  to  Thy  feet, 
The  hour  of  prayer? 

2  Blest  is  that  tranquil  hour  of  morn, 

And  blest  that  solemn  hour  of  eve, 
When,  on  the  wings  of  prayer  upborne, 
The  world  I  leave. 

3  Then  is  my  strength  by  Thee  renewed ; 

Then  are  my  sins  by  Thee  forgiven ; 
Then  dost  Thou  cheer  my  solitude 
With  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief 

Here  for  my  every  want  I  find, 
What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  peace  of  mind. 

5  Hushed  is  each  doubt,  gone  every  fear, 

My  spirit  seems  in  heaven  to  stay, 
And  e'en  the  penitential  tear 
Is  wiped  away. 

6  Lord,  till  I  reach  that  blissful  shore, 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  prayer  to  Thee. 

C.  Elliott. 


EVENING.  61 


76  6>4>6>6 

THE  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

The  daylight  dies ; 
Let  love  awake,  and  pay 

Her  evening  sacrifice. 

2  As  Christ  upon  the  Cross 

His  head  inclined, 
And  to  His  Father's  hands 
His  parting  soul  resigned, 

3  So  now  herself  my  soul 

Would  wholly  give 
Into  His  sacred  charge, 
In  whom  all  spirits  live  ; 

4  So  now  beneath  His  eye 

Would  calmly  rest, 
Without  a  wish  or  thought 
Abiding  in  the  breast, 

5  Save  that  His  will  be  done, 

Whate'er  betide  — 
Dead  to  herself,  and  dead 
In  Him  to  all  beside. 

.  6  Thus  would  I  live :  yet  now 

Not  I,  but  He, 
In  all  His  power  and  love, 
Henceforth  alive  in  me. 

7  One  sacred  Trinity, 
One  Lord  divine, 
May  I  be  ever  His, 
And  He  for  ever  mine. 

E.  Caswa.ll. 

L.  M. 


77 


O  LIGHT  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear, 
Before  we  sleep  bow  down  Thine  ear ; 


62  EVENING. 


Through  dark  and  day,  o'er  land  and  sea, 
We  have  no  other  hope  but  Thee. 

2  Oft  from  Thy  royal  road  we  part, 
Lost  in  the  mazes  of  the  heart ; 

Our  lamps  put  out,  our  course  forgot, 
We  seek  for  God,  and  find  Him  not. 

3  What  sudden  sunbeams  cheer  our  sight ! 
What  dawning  risen  upon  the  night ! 
Thou  giv'st  Thyself  to  us,  and  we 

Find  guide  and  path  and  all  in  Thee. 

4  Through  day  and  darkness,  Saviour  dear, 
Abide  with  us,  more  nearly  near, 

Till  on  Thy  face  we  lift  our  eyes, 
The  Sun  of  God's  own  Paradise. 

5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend, 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall 

end, 

Till  psalm  and  song  His  name  adore 
Through  heaven's  great  day  of  evermore. 

F.  T.  Palgrave. 


78 


C.  M. 


Now  FROM  the-  altar  of  my  heart 

Let  incense  flames  arise  ; 
Assist  me,  Lord,  to  offer  up 

Mine  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  my  love  !  awake,  my  joy ! 

Awake,  my  heart  and  tongue ! 
Sleep  not :  when  mercies  loudly  call, 
Break  forth  into  a  song. 

3  This  day  God  was  my  sun  and  shield, 

My  keeper  and  my  guide ; 
His  care  was  on  my  frailty  shown, 
His  mercies  multiplied. 


EVENING. 


4  New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys 

Do  a  new  song  require. 
Till  I  shall  praise  Thee  as  I  would, 
Accept  my  heart's  desire. 

5  Lord  of  my  time,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  my  score, 
Then  shall  I  praise  for  all  my  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

J.  Mason. 

79  8,8,8,4 

THE  radiant  morn  hath  passed  away 
And  spent  too  soon  her  golden  store ; 

The  shadows  of  departing  day 
Creep  on  once  more. 

2  Oar  life  is  but  an  autumn  day, 

Its  glorious  noon  how  quickly  past ! 
Lead  us,  O  Christ,  Thou  living  way, 
Safe  home  at  last. 

3  Oh,  by  Thy  soul-inspiring  grace 

Uplift  our  hearts  to  realms  on  high ; 
Help  us  to  look  to  that  bright  place 
Beyond  the  sky, 

4  Where  light  and  life  and  joy  and  peace 

In  undivided  empire  reign, 
And  thronging  angels  never  cease 
Their  deathless  strain ; 

5  Where  saints  are  clothed  in  spotless  white, 

And  evening  shadows  never  fall, 
Where  Thou,  eternal  light  of  light, 
Art  Lord  of  all. 

O.  Thring. 


64  EVENING. 


80  8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4 

GOD,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven, 

Darkness  and  light, 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night. 
May  Thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  live-long  night. 

2  Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And,  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping, 

All  peaceful  lie. 

When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glory  take  us 
With  Thee  on  high. 

R.  Hebcr  and  R.  Whateley. 


81 


7,6,7,6,8,8 


THE  day  is  past  and  over ; 

All  thanks,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 
I  pray  Thee  now  that  sinless 
The  hours  of  dark  may  be. 
O  Jesus,  keep  me  in  Thy  sight 
And  save  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

2  The  joys  of  day  are  over. 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee, 
And  ask  Thee,  that  offericeless 

The  hours  of  dark  may  be. 
O  Jesus,  make  their  darkness  light, 
And  save  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

3  The  toils  of  day  are  over. 

I  raise  the  hymn  to  Thee, 

And  ask  that  free  from  peril 

The  hours  of  fear  may  be. 


EVENING.  65 


O  Jesus,  keep  me  in  Thy  sight, 

And  guard  me  through  the  coming  night ! 

4  Lighten  mine  eyes,  O  Saviour, 

Or  sleep  in  death  shall  I, 
And  he,  my  wakeful  tempter, 

Triumphantly  shall  cry 
"  He  could  not  make  their  darkness  light, 
Nor  guard  them  through  the  hours  of  night." 

5  Be  Thou  my  soul's  preserver, 

O  God,  for  Thou  dost  know 
How  many  are  the  perils 

Through  which  I  have  to  go. 
Lover  of  men,  oh,  hear  my  call, 
And  guard  and  save  me  from  them  all ! 

Anatolius.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

82  °- M- 

As  NOW  the  sun's  declining  rays 

At  eventide  descend, 
So  life's  brief  day  is  sinking  down 

To  its  appointed  end. 

2  Lord,    on    the    cross    Thine    arms    were 

stretched 

To  draw  Thy  people  nigh ; 
Oh,  grant  us  then  that  cross  to  love, 
And  in  those  arms  to  die. 

3  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  the  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

C.  Coffin.    Tr.  J.  Chandler. 

83  78,68.81. 

THE  hours  of  day  are  over, 
The  evening  calls  us  home  ; 

Once  more,  to  Thee,  O  Father, 
With  thankful  hearts  we  come. 


66  EVENING. 


For  all  Thy  countless  blessings 
We  praise  Thy  holy  name, 

And  own  Thy  love  unchanging, 
Through  days  and  years  the  same. 

2  For  this  O  Lord,  we  bless  Thee, 

For  this,  we  thank  Thee  most 
The  cleansing  of  the  sinful, 

The  saving  of  the  lost ; 
The  Teacher  ever  present, 

The  Friend  for  ever  nigh, 
The  home  prepared  by  Jesus 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  Lord,  gather  all  Thy  children 

To  meet  Thee  there  at  last, 
When  earthly  tasks  are  ended, 

And  earthly  days  are  past  ; 
With  all  our  dear  ones  round  us 

In  that  eternal  home, 
Where  death  no  more  shall  part  us, 

And  night  shall  never  come ! 

J.  Ellerton. 

34  L.  M. 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  Thy  judgment  day. 


EVENING.  67 


4  Oh,  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close  — 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  The  faster  sleep  the  senses  binds, 
The  more  unfetter'd  are  our  minds; 
Oh,  may  my  soul,  from  matter  free, 
Thy  loveliness  unclouded  see. 

7  Oh,  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  with  the  supernal  choir 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire? 

8  Praise  God;  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

T.  Ken. 

85  s  M- 

OUR  day  of  praise  is  done, 
The  evening  shadows  fall ; 

But  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun, 
True  light  that  light'nest  all. 

2  Around  the  throne  on  high, 

Where  night  can  never  be, 
'The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 
Bring  ceaseless  hymns  to  Thee. 

3  Too  faint  our  anthems  here, 

Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire  ; 
But  oh  the  strains  how  full  and  clear 
Of  that  eternal  choir ! 


68  EVENING. 


4  Yet,  Lord,  to  Thy  dear  will 

If  Thou  attune  the  heart, 
We  in  Thine  angels'  music  still 
May  bear  our  lower  part. 

5  'Tis  Thine  each  soul  to  calm, 

Each  wayward  thought  reclaim, 
And  make  our  life  a  daily  psalm 
Of  glory  to  Thy  name. 

6  A  little  while,  and  then 

Shall  come  the  glorious  end  ; 

And  songs  of  angels  and  of  men 

In  perfect  praise  shall  blend. 

J.  Ellerton. 


86 


L.  M. 


THE  bright'ning  dawn  and  voiceful  day 
Thy  loving-kindness,  Lord,  proclaim  ; 

And  night,  with  its  sublime  array 
Of  starry  worlds,  doth  praise  Thy  name. 

2  Yea,  while  adoring  seraphim 

Before  Thee  bend  the  willing  knee, 
From  every  star  a  choral  hymn 
Goes  up  unceasingly  to  Thee. 

3  O  holy  Father,  'mid  the  calm 

And  stillness  of  this  evening  hour, 
We,  too,  would  lift  our  solemn  psalm 
To  praise  Thy  goodness  and  Thy  power ; 

4  For  over  us,  as  over  all, 

Thy  tender  mercies  still  extend, 
Nor  vainly  shall  the  contrite  call 
On  Thee,  our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

5  Kept  by  Thy  goodness  through  the  day, 

Thanksgiving  to  Thy  name  we  pour; 


EVENING. 


Night  o'er  us  with  its  stars,  we  pray 
Thy  love  to  guard  us  evermore. 

In  grief,  console  ;  in  gladness,  bless ; 

In  darkness,  guide  ;  in  sickness,  cheer ; 
Till,  perfected  in  righteousness, 

We  all  before  Thy  throne  appear. 

W.  H.  Burleigh. 


87 


L.  M. 


SUN  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  weary  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 

Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

J.  Keble. 


70  EVENING. 


88  L  M- 

AT  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set, 

The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay  ; 

Oh,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met  f 
Oh,  with  what  joy  they  went  away ! 

2  Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 

Oppress'd  with  various  ills  draw  near ; 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see? 
We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel, 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well, 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had. 

4  And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain, 

Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not  free, 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them  pain, 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  Thee. 

5  And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin  ; 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  Thee  best 
Are  conscious  most  of  wrong  within. 

6  Oh,  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man, 

Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted,  tried ; 
Thy  kind,  but  searching  glance  can  scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would  hide. 

7  Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power; 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear,  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

H.  Twells. 

89  L  M- 

GREAT  God  who  knowest  each  man's  need, 
Bless  Thou  our  watch  and  guard  our  sleep  ; 


EVENING.  71 


Forgive  our  sins  of  thought  and  deed, 
And  in  Thy  peace  Thy  servants  keep. 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  day  that's  done, 
We  trust  Thee  for  the  days  to  be  ; 

Thy  love  we  learn  in  Christ  Thy  Son  — 
Oh,  may  we  all  His  glory  see. 

E.  Tennyson. 

90  10s 

ABIDE  with  me  :   fast  falls  the  eventide ; 
The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me  abide : 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  Oh,  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  : 

0  Thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me ! 

3  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour : 
What   but   Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 

Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh,  abide  with 

me  ! 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where   is   death's  sting?   where,   grave,   thy 

victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,   and  point  me  to 

the  skies. 
Heaven's  morning   breaks,   and   earth's   vain 

shadows  flee  — 

In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me  ! 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


72  EVENING. 


91  7s 

GOD  the  Father,  be  Thou  near, 
Save  from  ev'ry  harm  to-night ; 

Make  us  all  Thy  children  dear, 
In  the  darkness  be  our  light. 

2  God  the  Saviour,  be  our  peace, 

Put  away  our  sins  to-night ; 
Speak  the  word  of  full  release, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  light. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  deign  to  come, 

Sanctify  us  all  to-night ; 
In  our  hearts  prepare  Thy  home, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  light. 

4  Holy  Trinity,  be  nigh, 

Mystery  of  love  ador'd ; 
Help  to  live  and  help  to  die  ; 
Lighten  all  our  darkness,  Lord. 

G.  Rawson. 

92  ios.81. 

THE  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close, 
Fainter  and  yet  more  faint  the  sunlight  glows. 
O  brightness  of  Thy  Father's  glory, 
Thou  eternal  light  of  light,  be  with  us  now : 
Where  Thou  art  present,  darkness  cannot  be, 
Midnight  is  glorious  noon,  O  Lord,  with  Thee. 

2  Our  changeful  lives  are  ebbing  to  an  end  : 
Onward  to  darkness  and  to  death  we  tend  ; 
O  conqueror  of  the  grave,  be  Thou  our  guide. 
Be  Thou  our  light  in  death's  dark  eventide  : 
Then  in  our  mortal  hour  will  be  no  gloom, 
No  sting  in  death,  no  terror  in  the  tomb. 

3  Thou,  Who  in  darkness  walking  didst  appear 
Upon  the  waves,  and  Thy  disciples  cheer. 


EVENING.  73 


Come,  Lord,  in  lonesome  days,  when  storms 

assail, 

And  earthly  hopes  and  human  succors  fail : 
When  all  is  dark  may  we  behold  Thee  nigh 
And  hear  Thy  voice,  "Fear  not,  for  it  is  I." 

4  The  weary  world  is  mouldering  to  decay, 
Its  glories  wane,  its  pageants  fade  away ; 
In  that  last  sunset  when  the  stars  shall  fall, 
May  we  arise  awakened  by  Thy  call, 
With  Thee,  O  Lord,  for  ever  to  abide 
In  that  blest  day  which  has  no  eventide. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


93 


C.  M.  81. 


THE  shadows  of  the  evening  hours 

Fall  from  the  dark'ning  sky  ; 
Upon  the  fragrance  of  the  flowers 

The  dews  of  evening  lie. 
Before  Thy  throne,  O  Lord  of  heaven, 

We  kneel  at  close  of  day ; 
Look  on  Thy  children  from  on  high, 

And  hear  us  while  we  pray. 

2  The  sorrows  of  Thy  servants,  Lord, 

Oh,  do  not  Thou  despise, 
But  let  the  incense  of  our  prayers 

Before  Thy  mercy  rise. 
The  brightness  of  the  coming  night 

Upon  the  darkness  rolls  ; 
With  hopes  of  future  glory  chase 

The  shadows  from  our  souls. 

3  Slowly  the  rays  of  daylight  fade  : 

So  fade  within  our  heart 
The  hopes  in  earthly  love  and  joy, 

That  one  by  one  depart. 
Slowly  the  bright  stars,  one  by  one, 

Within  the  heavens  shine  : 


74  EVENING. 


Give  us,  O  Lord,  fresh  hopes  in  heaven, 
And  trust  in  things  divine. 

4  Let  peace,  O  Lord,  Thy  peace,  O  God, 

Upon  our  souls  descend  ; 
From  midnight  fears,  and  perils,  Thou 

Our  trembling  hearts  defend. 
Give  us  a  respite  from  our  toil ; 

Calm  and  subdue  our  woes ; 
Through  the  long  day  we  labor,  Lord, 

Oh,  give  us  now  repose. 

tf  A.  A.  Procter. 

6s,  5s. 

Now  THE  day  is  over, 
Night  is  drawing  nigh  ; 

Shadows  of  the  evening 
Steal  across  the  sky ; 

2  Jesus,  give  the  weary 

Calm  and  sweet  repose  ; 
With  Thy  tenderest  blessing 
May  our  eyelids  close. 

3  Grant  to  little  children 

Visions  bright  of  Thee  ; 
Guard  the  sailors  tossing 
On  the  deep,  blue  sea. 

4  Comfort  every  sufferer 

Watching  late  in  pain  ; 
Those  who  plan  some  evil 
From  their  sins  restrain. 

5  Through  the  long  night-watches, 

May  Thine  angels  spread 

Their  white  wings  above  me, 

Watching  round  my  bed. 

6  When  the  morning  wakens, 

Then  may  I  arise 


EVENING.  75 


Pure,  and  fresh,  and  sinless 
In  Thy  holy  eyes. 

S.  Baring- Gould, 

95  7'7'7'5 

HOLY  Father,  cheer  our  way 
With  Thy  love's  perpetual  ray  ; 
Grant  us  ev'ry  closing  day 
Light  at  evening-time. 

2  Holy  Saviour,  calm  our  fears 
When  earth's  brightness  disappears; 
Grant  us  in  our  later  years 

Light  at  evening-time. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  be  Thou  nigh 
WThen  in  mortal  pains  we  lie ; 
Grant  us,  as  we  come  to  die, 

Light  at  evening-time. 

4  Holy,  blessed  Trinity, 
Darkness  is  not  dark  to  Thee; 
Those  Thou  keepest  always  see 

Light  at  evening-time. 

B.  H.  Robinson. 

96  7'7'7'5 

THREE  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Ruler  of  the  earth  and  sea, 
Hear  us,  while  we  lift  to  Thee 
Holy  chant  and  psalm. 

2  Light  of  lights,  with  morning  shine, 
Lift  on  us  Thy  light  divine ; 

And  let  charity  benign 

Breathe  on  us  her  balm. 

3  Light  of  lights,  when  falls  the  even, 
Let  it  close  on  sin  forgiven  ; 

Fold  us  in  the  peace  of  heaven, 
Shed  a  holy  calm. 


76  EVENING. 


4  Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Dimly  here  we  worship  Thee  ; 
With  the  saints  hereafter,  we 
Hope  to  bear  the  palm. 

G.  Eorison. 

97  7,7,7,5 

WHEN  the  day  of  toil  is  done, 
When  the  race  of  life  is  run, 
Father,  grant  Thy  wearied  one 
Kest  for  evermore  ! 

2  When  the  strife  of  sin  is  stilled, 
When  the  foe  within  is  killed, 
Be  Thy  gracious  word  fulfilled, 

Peace  for  evermore  ! 

3  When  the  darkness  melts  away, 
At  the  breaking  of  the  day, 
Bids  us  hail  the  cheering  ray  — 

Light  for  evermore  ! 

4  When  the  heart  by  sorrow  tried 
Feels  at  length  its  throbs  subside, 
Bring  us,  where  all  tears  are  dried, 

Joy  for  evermore ! 

5  When  for  vanished  days  we  yearn, 
Days  that  never  can  return, 
Teach  us  in  Thy  love  to  learn 

Love  for  evermore  ! 

6  When  the  breath  of  life  is  flown, 
When  the  grave  must  claim  its  own, 
Lord  of  life,  be  ours  Thy  crown  — 

Life  for  evermore ! 

J.  Ellertan. 

98 

JESUS,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Who  Thy  Father's  flock  doth  keep, 


EVENING.  77 


Safe  we  wake  and  safe  we  sleep, 
Guarded  still  by  Thee. 

2  In  Thy  promise  firm  we  stand, 
None  can  pluck  us  from  Thy  hand, 
Speak,  we  hear,  at  Thy  command, 

We  will  follow  Thee. 

3  By  Thy  blood  our  souls  were  bought, 
By  Thy  life  salvation  wrought, 

By  Thy  light  our  feet  are  taught, 
Lord,  to  follow  Thee. 

4  Father,  draw  us  to  Thy  Son, 
We  with  joy  will  follow  on, 
Till  the  work  of  grace  is  done, 

And  from  sin  set  free. 

5  We  in  robes  of  glory  drest 
Join  the  assembly  of  the  blest, 
Gathered  to  eternal  rest, 

In  the  fold  with  Thee. 

H.  Cook. 

99  8s,7s. 

HEAR  our  pray'r,  O  Heav'nly  Father, 
Ere  we  lay  us  down  to  sleep  ; 

Bid  Thine  angels,  pure  and  holy, 
Round  our  bed  their  vigils  keep. 

2  Heavy  though  our  sins,  Thy  mercy 

Far  outweighs  them  every  one ; 
Down  before  the  cross  we  cast  them, 
Trusting  in  Thy  help  alone. 

3  Keep  us  through  this  night  of  peril 

Safe  beneath  its  sheltering  shade ; 
Take  us  to  Thy  rest,  we  pray  Thee, 
When  our  pilgrimage  is  made. 

4  None  can  measure  out  Thy  patience 
By  the  span  of  human  thought ; 


78  EVENING. 


None  can  bound  the  tender  mercies 
Which  Thy  holy  Son  has  bought. 

5  Pardon  all  our  past  transgressions, 

Give  us  strength  for  days  to  come  ; 
Guide  and  guard  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
Till  Thine  angels  bear  us  home. 

H.  Parr. 

100  11,11,11,5 

Now   GOD   be   with   us,    for    the  night  is 
closing  ; 

The  light  and  darkness  are  of  His  dispos- 
ing, 

And  'neath  his  shadow  here  to  rest  we  yield 
us, 

For  He  will  shield  us. 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us  ; 
Till  morning  cometh,  watch,  O  Master,  o'er 

us; 

In  soul  and  body  Thou  from  harm  defend 
us, 

Thine  angels  send  us. 

3  Let  holy  thoughts  be  ours  when  sleep  o'er- 

takes  us ; 

Our  earliest  thoughts  be  Thine  when  morn- 
ing wakes  us. 

All  sick   and   mourners  we  to  Thee  com- 
mend them, 

Do  Thou  befriend  them. 

4  We  have  no  refuge,  none  on  earth  to  aid 

us 
But  Thee,  O  Father,  who  Thine  own  hast 

made  us. 

Keep  us  in  life  ;  forgive  our  sins ;  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 


EVENING.  79 


5  Praise  be  to  Thee  through  Jesus  our  sal- 
vation, 

God,  Three  in  One,  the  ruler  of  creation, 
High  throned,  o'er  all  Thine  eye  of  mercy 
casting, 

Lord  everlasting. 
Bohemian  Brethren.    Tr.  C.  Winkwarth. 

•i   s\  •!  Q  T  Q  ry  ty  fy 

101  8»i«»&7»7>7 

THRO'  the  day  Thy  love  has  spared  us, 
Now  we  lay  us  down  to  rest ; 

Thro'  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 
Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest ; 

Jesus,  Thou  our  guardian  be, 

Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  Thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes, 
Us  and  ours  preserve  from  dangers; 

In  Thine  arms  may  we  repose, 
And,  when  life's  short  day  is  past, 
Rest  with  Thee  in  heaven  at  last. 

T.  Kelly. 

102  10,10,10,6 

THE  day  is  ended.     Ere  I  sink  to  sleep, 
My  weary  spirit  seeks  repose  in  Thine. 
Father,  forgive  my  trespasses  and  keep 
This  little  life  of  mine. 

2  With  loving-kindness  curtain  Thou  my  bed, 

And    cool   in   rest   my   burning   pilgrim 

feet ; 

Thy  pardon  be  the  pillow  for  my  .head, — 
So  shall  my  sleep  be  sweet. 

3  At  peace  with  all  the  world,   dear  Lord, 

and  Thee, 

No  fears  my  soul's  unwavering  faith  can 
shake ; 


80  EVENING. 


All's  well,  whichever  side  the  grave  for  me 
The  morning  light  may  break. 

H.  McE.  KimbcUL 

103  LM 

AGAIN,  as  evening's  shadow  falls, 
We  gather  in  these  hallowed  walls ; 
And  vesper  hymn  and  vesper  prayer 
Rise  mingling  on  the  holy  air. 

2  May  struggling  hearts,  that  seek  release, 
Here  find  the  rest  of  God's  own  peace  ; 
And,    strengthened    here  by  hymn  and 

prayer, 
Lay  down  the  burden  and  the  care. 

3  O  God,  our  light,  to  Thee  we  bow  ! 
Within  all  shadows  standest  Thou. 
Give  deeper  calm  than  night  can  bring ; 
Give  sweeter  songs  than  lips  can  sing. 

4  Life's  tumult  we  must  meet  again, 
We  cannot  at  the  shrine  remain ; 
But  in  the  spirit's  secret  cell, 

May  hymn  and  prayer  forever  dwell ! 

S.  Longfellow. 

104  10'6s 

O  BRIGHTNESS  of  th'  immortal  Father's  face, 

Most  holy,  heav'nly,  blest, 
Lord  Jesus  Christ,  in  whom  His  truth  and 
grace 

Are*visibly  expressed. 

2  The  sun  is  sinking  now  and  one  by  one 

The  lamps  of  evening  shine  : 
We  hymn  the  eternal  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost  divine. 


EVENING.  81 


3  Worthy  art  Thou  at  all  times  to  receive 

Oar  hallowed  praises,  Lord. 
O  Son  of  God,  be  Thou,  in  whom  we  live, 
Through  all  the  world  adored. 

Second  Century.    Tr.  E.  W.  Eddis. 

105  8s 

INSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou  shepherd  and  guardian  of  Thine, 

My  all  to  Thy  covenant  care, 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 

2  If  Thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me  ; 
And,  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on. 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  Thee. 

3  A  sovereign  protector  I  have, 

Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand ; 
Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

4  His  smiles  and  His  comforts  abound, 

His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend  ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  He  delights  to  defend. 

A.  M.  Toplady. 

106  8s,7s.81. 

SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal. 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 

Thou  canst  save  and  Thou  canst  heal. 
Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee. 
Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 

Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 


EVENING. 


2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel  guards  from  Thee  surround  us  ; 

We  are  safe  if  Thou  art  nigh. 
Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us, 

Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

3  Father,  to  Thy  holy  keeping 

Humbly  we  ourselves  resign ; 
Saviour,  who  hast  slept  our  sleeping, 

Make  our  slumbers  pure  as  Thine ; 
Blessed  Spirit,  brooding  o'er  us, 

Chase  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
Till  the  perfect  day  before  us 

Breaks  in  everlasting  light. 

J.  Edmeston.     V.  3  added  by  E.  H.  Bickersteth. 

107  8s,  7s.  81. 

VAINLY  thro'  night's  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks,  and  our  towers, 

But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 
Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 
Vain,  without  His  grace  and  favor, 

Every  talent  we  possess. 

2  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 

Which  on  human  strength  relies ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 
Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  anointed ; 
He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 
Who    through    Christ    his    prayer    ad- 
dressed. 

H.  Auber. 


EVENING. 


108  7s 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 

Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 

Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 

Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 

All  of  man's  infirmity, 
Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

O.  W.  Doane. 

109  7sl01 

FATHER,  by  Thy  love  and  power 
Comes  again  the  evening  hour ; 
Light  has  vanished,  labors  cease, 
Weary  creatures  rest  in  peace. 
Thou,  whose  genial  dews  distil 

On  the  lowliest  weed  that  grows, 
Father,  guard  our  couch  from  ill, 

Lull  Thy  children  to  repose. 
We  to  Thee  ourselves  resign  ; 
Let  our  latest  thoughts  be  Thine. 

2  Saviour,  to  Thy  Father  bear 
This  our  feeble  evening  prayer. 
Thou  hast  seen  how  oft  to-day 
We,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray ; 
Worldly  thoughts,  and  thoughts  of  pride, 


84  EVENING. 


Wishes  to  Thy  cross  untrue, 
Secret  faults  and  undescried, 

Meet  Thy  spirit-piercing  view : 
Blessed  Saviour,  yet  through  Thee, 
Grant  that  we  may  pardoned  be. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  breath  of  balm 
Fall  on  us  in  evening's  calm. 
Yet  a  while,  before  we  sleep, 
We  with  Thee  will  vigils  keep. 
Lead  us  on  our  sins  to  muse, 

Give  us  truest  penitence ; 
Then  the  love  of  God  infuse, 

Breathing  humble  confidence ; 
Melt  our  spirits,  mould  our  will, 
Soften,  strengthen,  comfort,  still. 

4  Blessed  Trinity,  be  near, 

Through  the  hours  of  darkness  drear ; 
Then,  when  shrinks  the  lonely  heart, 
Thou  more  clearly  present  art. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Watch  o'er  our  defenceless  heads ; 
Let  Thy  angels'  guardian  host 

Keep  all  evil  from  our  beds, 
Till  the  flood  of  morning  rays 
Wake  us  to  a  song  of  praise. 

J.  Anstice. 

110  LM 

GREAT  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 

Oh,  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 

And  every  onward  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 


EVENING. 


3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 

Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  Thee  depart, 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 

Of  Christ  my  Lord ;  His  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  With  hope  in  Him  mine  eyelids  close ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose, 
And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  name. 

A.  Steele. 


Ill 


S.  M. 


THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 

Oh,  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possest. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

J.  Leland. 


112 


S.  M. 


THE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent ; 

Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  heart's  desires  are  fully  bent 

On  making  Thee  our  guest. 


THE   LORD'S   DAY. 


2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  Thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now, 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er ; 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  Thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 

4  The  grace  of  Christ  our  Lord, 

The  Fathers  boundless  love, 
The  Spirit's  blest  communion,  too, 
Be  with  us  from  above. 

J.  M.  Neale. 

113  8,7,8,7,7,7 

ALLELUIA  !  fairest  morning, 
Fairer  than  our  words  can  say  ! 

Down  we  lay  the  heavy  burden 
Of  life's  toil  and  care  to-day ; 

While  this  morn  of  joy  and  love 

Brings  fresh  vigor  from  above. 

2  Sun-day,  full  of  holy  glory, 

Sweetest  rest-day  of  the  soul, 
Light  upon  the  world  of  darkness 

From  thy  blessed  moments  roll  ! 
Holy,  happy,  heavenly  day, 
Thou  canst  charm  our  grief  away. 

3  In  the  gladness  of  God's  worship 

We  will  seek  our  joy  to-day : 
It  is  then  we  learn  the  fulness 

Of  the  grace  for  which  we  pray : 
When  the  word  of  life  is  given, 
Like  the  Saviour's  voice  from  heaven. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY.  87 

4  Let  the  day  with  Thee  be  ended, 

As  with  Thee  it  has  begun  ; 
And  Thy  blessing,  Lord,  be  granted, 

Till  earth's  days  and  weeks  are  done ; 
That,  at  last,  Thy  servants  may 
Keep  eternal  Sabbath-day. 

J,  Krause.     Tr.  J.  Borthwick. 

7s, 6s, 81.     With  Refrain  —  6,6,8,4 

AGAIN  the  morn  of  gladness, 

The  morn  of  light  is  here ; 

And  earth  itself  looks  fairer, 

And  heaven  itself  more  near. 
The  bells,  like  angel  voices, 

Speak  peace  to  every  breast ; 
And  all  the  land  lies  quiet 
To  keep  the  day  of  rest. 
REFRAIN.  —  Glory  be  to  Jesus  ! 

Let  all  his  children  say : 
He  rose  again,  He  rose  again, 
On  this  glad  day  ! 

2  Again,  O  loving  Saviour, 

The  children  of  Thy  grace 
Prepare  themselves  to  seek  Thee 

Within  Thy  chosen  place. 
Our  song  shall  rise  to  greet  Thee, 

If  Thou  our  hearts  wilt  raise  ; 
If  Thou  our  lips  wilt  open, 

Our  mouth  shall  show  Thy  praise. — Ref. 

3  The  shining  choir  of  angels 

That  rest  not  day  or  night, 
The  crowned  and  palm-decked  martyrs, 

The  saints  arrayed  in  white, 
The  happy  lambs  of  Jesus 

In  pastures  fair  above, — 
These  all  adore  and  praise  Him, 

Whom  we  too  praise  and  love. — Ref. 


88  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

4  The  Church  on  earth  rejoices 

To  join  with  these  to-day  ; 
In  every  tongue  and  nation 

She  calls  her  sons  to  pray ; 
Across  the  northern  snow-fields, 

Beneath  the  Indian  palms, 
She  makes  the  same  pure  offering, 

And  sings  the  same  sweet  psalms. — Ref. 

5  Tell  out,  sweet  bells,  His  praises ; 

Sing,  children,  sing  His  name  ! 
Still  louder  and  still  further 

His  mighty  deeds  proclaim, 
Till  all  whom  He  redeemed 

Shall  own  Him  Lord  and  King, 
Till  every  knee  shall  worship 

And  every  tongue  shall  sing. — Ref. 

J.  Etterton. 

115  10s 

AGAIN  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest 
Which,  when  He  made  the  world,  Jehovah 

blessed  ; 
When,  like  His  own,  He  bade  our  labors 

cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  His  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey ; 
So  shall  He  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

3  Father  of  heaven,  in  whom  our  hopes  con- 

fide, 

Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  pre- 
cepts guide, 

In  life  our  guardian  and  in  death  our 
Friend, 

Glory  supreme  be  Thine  till  time  shall  end. 

W.  Mason. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY.  89 


7s,  6s.  81. 


THE  dawn  of  God's  dear  Sabbath 

Breaks  o'er  the  earth  again, 
As  some  sweet  summer  morning 

After  a  night  of  pain  ; 
It  comes  as  cooling  showers 

To  some  exhausted  land, 
As  shade  of  clustered  palm-trees 

'Mid  weary  wastes  of  sand. 

2  Lord,  we  would  bring  for  offering, 

Though  marred  with  earthly  soil, 
A  week  of  earnest  labor, 

Of  steady,  faithful  toil  ; 
Fair  fruits  of  self-denial, 

Of  strong,  deep  love  to  Thee, 
Fostered  by  Thine  own  Spirit, 

In  our  humility. 

3  And  we  would  bring  our  burden 

Of  sinful  thought  and  deed, 
In  Thy  pure  presence  kneeling, 

From  bondage  to  be  freed  ; 
Our  heart's  most  bitter  sorrow 

For  all  Thy  work  undone  — 
So  many  talents  wasted  ! 

So  few  bright  laurels  won  ! 

4  And  with  that  sorrow  mingling, 

A  steadfast  faith,  and  sure, 
And  love  so  deep  and  fervent, 

That  tries  to  make  it  pure  ; 
In  His  dear  presence  finding 

The  pardon  that  we  need, 
And  then  the  peace  so  lasting  — 

Celestial  peace  indeed. 


90  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

5  So  be  it,  Lord,  for  ever. 

Oh,  may  we  evermore, 
In  Jesus'  holy  presence 

His  blessed  name  adore. 
Upon  His  peaceful  Sabbath, 

Within  His  temple-walls  — 
Type  of  the  stainless  worship 

In  Zion's  golden  halls. 

6  So  that,  in  joy  and  gladness, 

We  reach  that  home  at  last, 
When  life's  short  week  of  sorrow 

And  sin  and  strife  is  past ; 
When  angel-hands  have  gathered 

The  fair,  ripe  fruit  for  Thee, 
O  Father,  Lord,  Redeemer  ! 

Most  Holy  Trinity  ! 

A.  C.  Cross. 


117 


7s,  6s.  81. 


THINE  holy  day's  returning 

Our  hearts  exult  to  see, 
And,  with  devotion  burning, 

Ascend,  our  God,  to  Thee. 
To-day  with  purest  pleasure, 

Our  thoughts  from  earth  withdraw ; 
We  search  for  sacred  treasure, 

We  learn  Thy  holy  law. 

2  We  join  to  sing  Thy  praises, 

God  of  the  Sabbath  day  ; 
Each  voice  in  gladness  raises 

Its  loudest,  sweetest  lay. 

Thy  richest  mercies  sharing, 

Oh,  fill  us  with  Thy  love, 

By  grace  our  souls  preparing 

For  nobler  praise  above. 

R.  Palmer. 


118 


THE  LORD'S  BAY.  91 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  DAY  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
0  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright, 
On  thee  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing  holy,  holy,  holy  ! 

To  the  great  God  Triune. 

ti 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth ; 
On  thee  our  Lord  victorious 

The  Spirit  sent  from  heaven  ; 
And  thus  on  thee  most  glorious 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  Thou  art  a  port  protected 

From  storms  that  round  us  rise, 
A  garden  intersected 

With  streams  of  Paradise  ; 
Thou  art  a  cooling  fountain 

In  life's  dry  dreary  sand  ; 
From  thee,  like  Pisgah's  mountain, 

We  view  our  promised  land. 

4  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  Gospel-light  is  glowing, 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


99  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

5  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  Rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest. 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 
To  Father,  and  to  Son ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 
To  Thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

C-  Wordsw&rth. 

119  LM 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine ! 

4  Lord,  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

/.  Watts. 


THE   LORD'S   DAY. 


120  LM 

LORD  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray, 
In  this  Thy  house,  on  this  Thy  day  ; 
And  own,  as  grateful  sacrifice, 
The  songs  which  from  Thy  temple  rise. 

2  Now  met  to  pray,  and  bless  Thy  Name, 
Whose  mercies  flow  each  day  the  same, 
"Whose  kind  compassions  never  cease, 
We  seek  instruction,  pardon,  peace. 

3  Thy  day  of  rest,  O  Lord,  we  love, 
But  look  for  truer  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  hope  and  strong  desire. 

4  In  Thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free. 

No  sighs  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues  ; 

5  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  waning  moon, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

6  O  long-expected  day,  begin, 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Break,  morn  of  God,  upon  our  eyes, 
And  let  the  world's  true  sun  arise  ! 

P.  Doddridge.    Alt.  CottetiWs  Sel. 

121  SM 

THIS  is  the  day  of  light. 

Let  there  be  light  to-day  : 
O  Day-spring,  rise  upon  our  night 

And  chase  its  gloom  away. 


94  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

2  This  is  the  day  of  rest. 

Our  failing  strength  renew ; 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  Thou  Thy  freshening  dew. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  peace. 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill  ; 
Bid  Thou  the  blast  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

4  This  is  the  day  of  prayer. 

Let  earth  to  heaven  draw  near ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  Thee  there  ; 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

5  This  is  the  first  of  days. 

Send  forth  Thy  quickening  breath, 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 
O  vanquisher  of  death ! 

J.  Ellerlon. 

122  C-M- 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  His  own  ; 

Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  He  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  His  triumphs  spread 
And  all  His  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna,  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ! 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  the  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ;  • 
Who  comes  in  God  His  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 


THE   LORD'S  DAY.  95 


5  Hosanna,  in  the  highest  strains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  raise  ! 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  He  reigns, 
Shall  give  Him  nobler  praise. 

/.  Watts. 

123  CM 

BLEST  day  of  God,  most'  calm,  most  bright, 

The  first,  the  best  of  days ; 
The  laborer's  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 

The  day  of  prayer  and  praise. 

2  My  Saviour's  face  made  thee  to  shine  ; 

His  rising  thee  did  raise, 
And  made  "thee  heavenly  and  divine 
Beyond  all  other  days. 

3  The  first-fruits  oft  a  blessing  prove 

To  all  the  sheaves  behind  ; 
And  they  the  day  of  Christ  who  love, 
A  happy  week  shall  find. 

4  This  day  I  must  with  God  appear, 

For,  Lord,  the  day  is  Thine  ; 
Help  me  to  spend  it  in  Thy  fear, 
And  thus  to  make  it  mine. 

J.  Mason. 

124  CM 

WITH  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  God  hath  called  His  own  ; 

With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  His  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair ! 

As  here  Thy  servants  throng 
To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 


96  THE  LORD'S   DAY. 

3  Spirit  of  grace,  O  deign  to  dwell 

Within  Thy  Church  below; 
Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found ; 

Let  all  her  sons  unite 
To  spread  with  holy  zeal  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 

Which  Thou  hast  called  Thine  own  ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  Thy  throne. 

H.  Auber. 

125  C.M. 

ARISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  Thy  rest ! 
Lo,  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 

Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread  ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 

And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine, 
Justice  and  truth  His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 

And,  as  His  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

/.   Watts. 


THE   LORD'S   DAY.  97 

126  ** 

HAIL  to  the  Sabbath  day, 

The  day  divinely  given, 
When  men  to  God  their  homage  pay, 

And  earth  draws  near  to  heaven ! 

2  Lord,  in  this  sacred  hour, 

Within  Thy  courts  we  bend, 
And  bless  Thy  love,  and  own  Thy  power, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

3  But  Thou  art  not  alone 

In  courts  by  mortals  trod  ; 
Nor  only  is  the  day  Thine  own 
When  man  draws  near  to  God. 

4  Thy  temple  is  the  arch 

Of  yon  unmeasured  sky ; 
Thy  Sabbath,  the  stupendous  march 
Of  grand  eternity. 

5  Lord,  may  that  holier  day 

Dawn  on  Thy  servants'  sight ; 
And  purer  worship  may  we  pay 
In  heaven's  unclouded  light. 

3.  G.  Bulfinch. 

127  S-M- 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 


98  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

/.  Watts. 

128  c  M- 

MY  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified, 

He  all  the  pains  did  bear ; 
But  in  the  sweetness  of  His  rest 

He  makes  His  servants  share. 

2  How  sweetly  rest  Thy  saints  above 

Who  in  Thy  bosom  lie  ; 
The  Church  below  doth  rest  in  hope 
Of  that  felicity. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  who  daily  feed'st  Thy  sheep, 

Mak'st  them  a  weekly  feast ; 
Thy  flocks  meet  in  their  several  folds 
Upon  this  day  of  rest. 

4  Welcome  and  dear  unto  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  feasts  of  love ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above ! 

5  I  bless  Thy  wise  and  wondrous  love, 

Which  binds  us  to  be  free ; 
Which  makes  us  leave  our  earthly  snares, 
That  we  may  come  to  Thee. 

6  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray, 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace  ; 
I  sing  to  think  this  is  the  way 
Unto  my  Saviour's  face. 

J.  Mason. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY. 


129  8M 

SWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 

To   praise   Thy   name,    and   hear  Thy 

word, 
And  grateful  off  rings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,    when    approach    the    shades    of 

night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee 

best, 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

H.  Auber. 

130  7s6L 

SAFELY  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day : 

Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 

Emblem  of  eternal  rest ! 

2  Mercies  multiplied  each  hour 

Through  the  week  our  praise  demand ; 
Guarded  by  almighty  power, 

Fed  and  guided  by  His  hand, 
Though  ungrateful  we  have  been, 
And  repaying  love  with  sin. 


100  THE   LORD'S  DAY. 

3  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

4  As  we  come  Thy  name  to  praise 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

5  May  Thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

J.  Newton. 

131  LM 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Lord's  day  has  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  hours  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotion  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies, 
And  heaven  that  sweet  repose  bestow 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know  ! 

3  That  peaceful  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  heavenly  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, — 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


THE   LORD.S    DA'Y 


4  In  holy  duties  Jet  the  day,  •  .    i 

In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  : 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

J.  Stennett. 

132  LM 

THIS  day  at  Thy  creating  word 
First  o'er  the  earth  the  light  was  poured  : 
O  Lord,  this  day  upon  us  shine, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  light  divine. 

2  This  day  the  Lord  for  sinners  slain 
In  might  victorious  rose  again  : 

O  Jesus,  may  we  raised  be 

From  death  of  sin,  to  life  in  Thee. 

3  This  day  the  Holy  Spirit  came 
With  fiery  tongues  of  cloven-flame : 
O  Spirit,  fill  our  hearts  this  day 
With  grace  to  hear,  and  grace  to  pray. 

4  O  day  of  Light,  and  Life,  and  Grace, 
From  earthly  toils  sweet  resting-place, 
Thy  hallowed  hours,  best  gift  of  love, 
Give  we  again  to  God  above  ! 

w.  w.  Haw. 


133 


7s. 


ON  this  day,  the  first  of  days, 
God  the  Father's  name  we  praise, 
Who,  creation's  fount  and  spring, 
Did  the  world  from  darkness  bring. 

2  On  this  day  the  eternal  Son 
Over  death  His  triumph  won ; 
On  this  day  the  Spirit  came 
With  His  gifts  of  living  flame. 


L'ORD'S  DAY. 


-   8"  Oh,  fhHt  fervent  love  to-day 
ilay  in?  every"*  heart  have  sway, 
Teaching  us  to  praise  aright 
God,  the  source  of  life  and  light  ! 

4  Father,  who  didst  fashion  me 
Image  of  Thyself  to  be, 

Fill  me  with  Thy  love  divine, 
Let  my  every  thought  be  Thine. 

5  Holy  Jesus,  may  I  be 

Dead  and  buried  here  with  Thee, 
And,  by  love  inflamed,  arise 
Unto  Thee  a  sacrifice. 

Tr.  H.  W.  Baker. 
134  8,6,8,4 

HAIL  !  sacred  day  of  earthly  rest, 
From  toil  and  trouble  free  ; 

Hail  !  day  of  light,  that  bringest  light 
And  joy  to  me. 

2  A  holy  stillness,  breathing  calm 

On  all  the  world  around, 
Uplifts  my  soul,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Where  rest  is  found. 

3  On  all  I  think,  or  say,  or  do, 

A  ray  of  light  divine 
Is  shed,  O  God,  this  day  by  Thee, 
For  it  is  Thine. 

4  Accept,  O  God,  my  hymn  of  praise, 

That  Thou  this  day  hast  given, 
Sweet  foretaste  of  that  endless  day 
Of  rest  in  heaven. 

G.  Thring. 


THE  LORD'S  DAY.  103 

135  " 

How  PLEASANT,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high. 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  strength,  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

5  Cheerful   they  walk  with  growing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length, 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

7.  Watts. 


136 


6,6,6,6,8,8 


AWAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 

And  hail  the  sacred  day ! 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay  : 
Come,  bless  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 
The  Lord  of  life  arose, 
And  burst  the  bars  of  death, 
And  vanquished  all  our  foes ; 


104  THE  LORD'S  DAY. 

And  now  He  pleads  our  cause  above 
And  reaps  the  fruit  of  all  His  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign  J 

4  Great  King,  gird  on  Thy  sword, 

Ascend  Thy  conquering  car, 
While  justice,  power,  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war  : 
This  day  let  sinners  own  Thy  sway, 
And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away  ! 

E.  Scott.     T.  CotteiM. 


137 


6,6,6,6,8,8 


WELCOME,  delightful  morn, 
Thou  day  of  sacred  rest  ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  : 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest. 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 

1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  fill  His  throne  of  grace  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face  ; 
Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  e'er  be  spent  in  vain. 

Hayward,  in  J.  DobeWs  Coll. 


THE   HOLY  TRINITY.  105 

138  L  M 

AGAIN  the  Lord's  own  day  is  here, 
The  day  to  Christian  people  dear, 
As,  week  by  week,  it  bids  them  tell 
How  Jesus  rose  from  death  and  hell. 

2  For  by  His  flock  their  Lord  declared 
His  resurrection  should  be  shared ; 
And  we  who  trust  in  Him  to  save 
With  Him  are  risen  from  the  grave. 

3  We,  one  and  all,  of  Him  possessed, 
Are  with  exceeding  treasures  blessed  ; 
For  all  He  did,  and  all  He  bare, 

He  gives  us  as  our  own  to  share. 

4  Eternal  glory,  rest  on  high, 
A  blessed  immortality, 

True  peace  and  gladness,  and  a  throne, 
Are  all  His  gifts,  and  all  our  own. 

5  And  therefore  unto  Thee  we  sing, 
O  Lord  of  peace,  eternal  King  ; 

Thy  love  we  praise,  Thy  name  adore, 
Both  on  this  day  and  evermore. 

15th  Century.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


139 


7s.  61. 


HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

God  of  Hosts,  eternal  King, 

By  the  heavens  and  earth  adored ! 
Angels  and  archangels  sing, 

Chanting  everlastingly, 

To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

2  Since  by  Thee  were  all  things  made, 

And  in  Thee  do  all  things  live, 
Be  to  Thee  all  honor  paid, 

Praise  to  Thee  tet  all  things  give, 


106  THE   HOLY   TRINITY. 

Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

3  Thousands,  tens  of  thousands  stand, 

Spirits  blest  before  Thy  throne, 
Speeding  thence  at  Thy  command ; 

And,  when  Thy  behests  are  done, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

4  Cherubim  and  seraphim 

Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings  ; 
Eyes  of  angels  are  too  dim 

To  behold  the  King  of  kings, 
While  they  sing  eternally 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

5  Thee,  apostles,  prophets,  Thee, 

Thee,  the  noble  martyr  band, 
Praise  with  solemn  jubilee, 

Thee,  the  Church  in  every  land, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

6  Alleluia,  Lord,  to  Thee, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three  ! 

Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Singing  everlastingly 
To  the  blessed  Trinity. 

C.  Wordsworth. 

140  7,8,7,8,7,7 

HARK  !  the  loud  celestial  hymn, 
Angel  choirs  above  are  raising. 

Cherubim  and  seraphim, 

In  unceasing  chorus  praising, 

Fill  the  heavens  with  sweet  accord,  — 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 


THE   HOLY   TRINITY.  107 

2  Lo  !  the  apostolic  train 

Join  Thy  sacred  name  to  hallow. 
Prophets  swell  the  loud  refrain, 

And  the  white-robed  martyrs  follow  ; 
And  from  morn  to  set  of  sun, 
Through  the  church  the  song  goes  on. 

3  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  we  name  Thee, 
While  in  essence  only  One, 

Undivided  God,  we  claim  Thee ; 
And,  adoring,  bend  the  knee, 
While  we  own  the  mystery. 

4  Spare  Thy  people,  Lord,  we  pray, 

By  a  thousand  snares  surrounded  ; 
Keep  us  without  sin  to-day, 

Never  let  us  be  confounded. 
Lo  !  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Never,  Lord,  abandon  me. 

C.  A.  Walworth. 

7s.  81. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord 

God  of  hosts  !  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sang,  with  one  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy  !    Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore  : 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here,  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 


108  THE    HOLY   TRINITY. 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  all 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King  : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

J.  Montgomei*y. 


142 


6,6,6,6,8,8. 


WE  give  immortal  praise 

To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  all  our  hopes  above : 
He  sent  His  own  Eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  saved  us  by  His  blood 

From  everlasting  woe: 
And  now  He  lives,  and  now  He  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  His  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit  praise 

And  endless  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  Thee 

Be  endless  honors  done ; 
The  sacred  Persons  Three, 
The  Godhead  only  One ; 
Where  reason  fails  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails  and  love  adores. 

I.  Watts. 


THE   HOLY   TRINITY.  109 


143  L  M. 

O  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  name, 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored, 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim. 

2  0  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day. 

3  0  Holy  Spirit  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 
Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 
Thy    praises   ring    through    earth   and 
heaven. 

4  O  God  Triune,  to  Thee  we  owe 

Our  every  thought,  our  every  song; 
And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 
From     saint     and     seraph's     burning 
tongue. 

J.  W.  Eastern. 

144  L.  M. 

FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 

Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 

The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 


110  THE   HOLY  TRINITY. 

4  Jehovah,  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 

Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One, 
Before  Thy  throne  we  sinners  bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

E.  Cooper. 

145  L.M. 

ETERNAL  Father,  when  to  Thee, 
Beyond  all  worlds  by  faith  I  soar, 

Before  Thy  boundless  majesty 
I  stand  in  silence,  and  adore. 

2  But,  Saviour,  Thou  art  by  my  side ; 

Thy  voice  I  hear,  Thy  face  I  see. 
Thou  art  my  friend,  my  daily  guide, 
God  over  all,  yet  God  with  me. 

3  And  Thou,  Great  Spirit,  in  my  heart 

Dost  make  Thy  temple  day  by  day : 
The  Holy  Ghost  of  God  Thou  art, 
Yet  dwellest  in  this  house  of  clay. 

4  Blest  Trinity,  in  whom  alone 

All  things  created  move  or  rest, 
High  in  the  heavens  Thou  hast  Thy  throne, 
Thou  hast  Thy  throne  within  my  breast. 

H.  D.  Ganse. 

146 

O  GOD  of  life,  whose  pow'r  benign 
Doth  o'er  the  world  in  mercy  shine, 
Accept  our  praise,  for  we  are  Thine. 

2  O  Father,  uncreated  Lord, 

Be  Thou  in  every  land  adored, 

Be  Thou  by  all  with  faith  implored. 

3  O  Son  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

We  bless  Thee,  Lord,  whose  dying  pain 
For  us  did  endless  life  regain. 


GOD   THE   FATHER.  Ill 

4  O  Holy  Ghost,  whose  guardian  care 
Doth  us  for  heavenly  joys  prepare, 
May  we  in  Thy  communion  share. 

5  O  Holy,  Blessed  Trinity, 

With  faith  we  sinners  bow  to  Thee; 
In  us,  O  God,  exalted  be. 

A.  T.  fiussell. 


147 


7s. 


LET  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  kind  : 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light : 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 

Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  He  His  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness : 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery : 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  All  things  living  He  doth  feed, 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need : 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

6  Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 
His  high  majesty  and  worth: 
For  His  mercies  aye  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

J.  Milton. 


112  GOD   THE   FATHER. 

148  c.  M. 

O  LORD,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 
In  heav'n  and  earth  the  same : 

There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 
Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

2  When  glorious  in  the  nightly  sky 

Thy  moon  and  stars  I  see, 
Oh,  what  is  man,  I  wondering  cry, 
To  be  so  loved  by  Thee. 

3  Close  to  Thine  own  bright  seraphim 

His  favored  path  is  trod ; 
And  all  beside  are  serving  him, 
That  he  may  serve  his  God. 

4  O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou, 

In  heaven  and  earth  the  same : 

There  angels  at  Thy  footstool  bow, 

Here  babes  Thy  grace  proclaim. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

149  7s 

SONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heav'n  with  alleluias  rang 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 


GOD   THE   FATHER.  113 

4  And  can  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  ;  the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

J. 

150 


L  M 


O  LOVE  of  God,  how  strong  and  true, 
Eternal,  and  yet  ever  new, 
Uncomprehended  and  unbought, 
Beyond  all  knowledge  and  all  thought. 

2  O  heavenly  love,  how  precious  still, 
In  days  of  weariness  and  ill, 

In  nights  of  pain  and  helplessness, 
To  heal,  to  comfort  and  to  bless. 

3  O  wide-embracing,  wondrous  love  ! 
We  read  thee  in  the  sky  above, 
We  read  thee  in  the  earth  below, 

In  seas  that  swell  and  streams  that  flow. 

4  We  read  thee  best  in  Him  who  came 
To  bear  for  us  the  cross  of  shame, 
Sent  by  the  Father  from  on  high 
Our  life  to  live,  our  death  to  die. 

5  We  read  thy  power  to  bless  and  save, 
E'en  in  the  darkness  of  the  grave  ; 
Still  more  in  resurrection  light, 

We  read  the  fulness  of  thy  might. 


114  GOD  THE   FATHER. 

6  O  love  of  God,  our  shield  and  stay 
Through  all  the  perils  of  our  way  ! 
Eternal  love,  in  thee  we  rest, 
For  ever  safe,  for  ever  blest. 

H.  Sonar. 

151  7S 

GOD  is  love ;  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove ; 

Bliss  He  wakes,  and  woe  He  lightens : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  His  mercy  waneth  never : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove; 
From  the  gloom  His  brightness  strearneth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

J.  Bmvring. 

152  L-M-8L 

O  KING  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sea, 
The  hungry  ravens  cry  to  Thee ; 
To  Thee  the  scaly  tribes  that  sweep 
The  bosom  of  the  boundless  deep ; 
To  Thee  the  lions  roaring  call, — 
The  common  Father,  kind  to  all : 
Then  grant  Thy  servants,  Lord,  we  pray, 
Our  daily  bread  from  day  to  day. 


GOD  THE   FATHER.  115 

2  The  fishes  may  for  food  complain, 
The  ravens  spread  their  wings  in  vain, 
The  roaring  lions  lack  and  pine  ; 

But,  God,  Thou  carest  still  for  Thine. 
Thy  bounteous  Hand  with  food  can  bless 
The  bleak  and  lonely  wilderness  ; 
And  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord,  to  pray 
For  daily  bread  from  day  to  day. 

3  And  oh,  when  through  the  wilds  we  roam, 
That  part  us  from  our  Heavenly  Home; 
When,  lost  in  danger,  want,  and  woe, 
Our  faithless  tears  begin  to  flow ; 

Do  Thou  the  gracious  comfort  give, 
By  which  alone  the  soul  may  live, 
And  grant  Thy  servants,  Lord,  we  pray, 
The  bread  of  life  from  day  to  day. 

H.  Heber. 

153  L  M 

LORD  of  all  being,  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near ! 

2  Sun  of  our  life  Thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  Thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn ; 
Our  rainbow  arch,  Thy  mercy's  sign ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 


116  GOD   THE   FATHER. 

5  Grant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 
One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

0.   W.  Holmes. 

154  CM 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy. 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  His  deliverance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  that  are  distressed, 
From  mine  example  comfort  take, 
And  soothe  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  His  name ; 
When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  His  love, 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  His  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  Him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear ; 
Make  but  His  service  your  delight, 
Your  wants  shall  be  His  care. 

JV.  Tate  and  N.  Brady. 

155  LM 

LORD  !    Thou   hast   search'd   and   seen   me 

thro' ; 

Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising,  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 


GOD   THE   FATHER.  117 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  Thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  Thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

1  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !   what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

/.  Watts. 

156  L  M 

Lo !  GOD  is  here  :  let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  power, 
And  humbly  bow  before  His  face. 

2  Lo  !  God  is  here,  whom  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  praise  ; 

To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
The  host  of  heaven  their  anthems  raise. 

3  Almighty  Father,  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 

4  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
From  men  and  from  the  angel-host 
Be  praise  and  glory  evermore. 

G.   Tersteegen.     Tr.  J.  Wesley. 


118  GOD  THE   FATHER. 

157  ^ 

THE  Lord  is  King !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice: 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring, 
"The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King!" 

2  The  Lord  is  King !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care, 

Or  murmur  at  His  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  His  royal  promises? 

3  The  Lord  is  King  !    Child  of  the  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just ; 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways  : 

Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

4  Oh,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing 
"The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King!" 

5  Alike  pervaded  by  His  eye, 
All  parts  of  His  dominion  lie ; 

This  world  of  ours,  and  worlds  unseen, 
And  thin  the  boundary  between. 

6  One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures  ; 

He  reigns,  and  life  and  death  are  yours : 
Thro'  earth  and  heaven  one  song  shall 

ring, 
"The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King!' 

J.  Conder. 

158  L  M 

KINGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  Him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 


GOD  THE  FATHER.  119 

2  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Israel  are  His  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  His  peculiar  throne. 

3  Proclaim  Him  King,  pronounce  Him  blest ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest  ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

/.  Watts. 

159  7s  81 

PRAISE  the  Lord,  His  glories  show, 
Saints  within  His  courts  below, 
Angels  round  His  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  His  love. 
Earth  to  heav'n,  and  heav'n  to  earth, 
Tell  His  wonders,  sing  His  worth ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him  evermore. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  His  mercies  trace  ; 
Praise  His  providence  and  grace, 
All  that  He  for  men  hath  done, 
All  He  sends  us  through  His  Son. 
Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts ; 
All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore, 
Praise  Him,  praise  Him,  evermore. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

160  LM8L 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky 

And  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day 

Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  display, 

And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 


120  GOD  THE   FATHER. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 
Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
Forever  singing,  as  they  shine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

J.  Addison. 

8s, 7s.  81. 

PRAISE  the  Lord,  ye  heav'ns,  adore  Him, 

Praise  Him,  angels,  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken 

For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious ; 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious ; 

Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 
Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  name. 

Foundling  Chapel  Coll. 


GOD  THE  FATHER.  121 

8s,  7s.  81. 

PRAISE  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator, 

Praise  be  Thine  from  every  tongue  ; 
Join  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 

Join  the  universal  song. 
Father,  source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  grace  is  Thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Praise  Him  for  His  love  divine. 

2  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  richest  gifts  bestowed, 
Sound  His  praise  through  earth  and  heaven, 

Sound  Jehovah's  praise  aloud. 
Joyfully  on  earth  adore  Him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise  : 
There,  enraptured  fall  before  Him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

J.  Fawcett. 

163  8s'7s-81- 

SOULS  of  men,  why  will  ye  scatter 

Like  a  crowd  of  frightened  sheep? 
Foolish  hearts,  why  will  ye  wander 

From  a  love  so  true  and  deep  ? 
Was  there  ever  kindest  Shepherd 

Half  so  gentle,  half  so  sweet, 
As  the  Saviour  who  would  have  us 

Come  and  gather  at  His  feet? 

2  It  is  God  :   His  love  looks  mighty, 

But  is  mightier  than  it  seems. 
'T  is  our  Father,  and  His  fondness 

Goes  far  out  beyond  our  dreams. 
There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea  ; 
There's  a  kindness  in  His  justice, 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 


122  GOD   THE   FATHER. 

8  For  the  love  of  God  is  broader 

Than  the  measures  of  man's  mind, 
And  the  heart  of  the  Eternal 

Is  most  wonderfully  kind. 
But  we  make  His  love  too  narrow 

By  false  limits  of  our  own, 
And  we  magnify  His  strictness 

With  a  zeal  He  will  not  own. 

4  There  is  plentiful  redemption 

In  the  blood  that  has  been  shed ; 
There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 

In  the  sorrows  of  the  Head. 
If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 

We  would  take  Him  at  His  word  ; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 
In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

164  CM 

WHEN  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Oh,  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 

The  gratitude  declare, 
That  glows  within  my  ravished  heart? 
But  Thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

4  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 


GOD  THE   FATHER.  123 

5  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 

Divide  Thy  works  no  more, 
My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  oh,  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise  ! 

J.  Addison. 

165  SM 

OH,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim, 

And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  His  holy  name. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

His  mercies  bear  in  mind  ; 
Forget  not  all  His  benefits  : 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  will  not  always  chide  ; 

He  will  with  patience  wait ; 
His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

4  He  pardons  all  thy  sins  ; 

Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath  ; 
He  heals  all  thine  infirmities, 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

5  He  clothes  thee  with  His  love, 

Upholds  thee  with  His  truth, 
And  like  the  eagle  He  renews 
The  vigor  of  thy  youth. 

6  Then  bless  His  holy  name, 

Whose  grace  has  made  thee  whole, 
Whose  loving-kindness  crowns  thy  days : 
Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

J.  Montgomery. 


124  GOD  THE  FATHER. 

166  CM 

WHILE  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled, 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed; 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear, 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see. 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear 
Because  conferred  by  Thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

H.  M.  Williams. 


167 


C.  M. 


GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


GOD  THE   FATHER.  125 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

W.  Cowper. 

168  CM 

GREAT  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow 

And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view  ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears  — 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 


126  GOD   THE   FATHER. 

4  Our  lives  thro'  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

/.  Watts. 

169  CM 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 

The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  His  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  His  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  His  grace, 
The  love  and  truth  of  God. 

3  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  Oh,  might  I  hear  Thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper  "Thou  art  mine!" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

/.  Watts. 

170  c  M 

O  GOD,  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess 

That  Thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 

By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee,  all  angels  cry  aloud  ; 
To  Thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  :  — 


GOD  THE  FATHER.  127 

3  O  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway ! 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs1  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  Thee, 
That  Thou  eternal  Father  art, 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

6  Thy  honored,  true  and  only  Son 

And  Holy  Ghost,  the  spring 
Of  never-ceasing  joy  ;  O  Christ, 
Of  glory  Thou  art  King. 
Anon.    (Latin,  5th  Cent.)    Tr.  Tate  and  Brady. 

171 


C.  M. 


MY  God  how  wonderful  Thou  art, 

Thy  Majesty  how  bright ; 
How  beautiful  Thy  mercy-seat, 

In  depths  of  burning  light. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  everlasting  Lord, 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  How  wonderful,  how  beautiful, 

The  sight  of  Thee  must  be, 
Thine  endless  wisdom,  boundless  power, 
And  awful  purity. 

4  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art, 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 


128  GOD  THE   FATHER. 

5  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother,  e'er  so  mild, 
Bears  and  forbears  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me  Thy  sinful  child. 

6  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  reward, 

What  rapture  will  it  be 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze  and  gaze  on  Thee  ! 

F.  W.  Faber. 

172  C-M- 

O  GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream, 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

L  Watts. 


173 


GOD   THE   FATHER.  129 


7s.  81. 


GOD  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring ; 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee ; 
We  amid  the  throng  would  be. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  !  cry 
Angels  round  Thy  throne  on  high  : 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

2  Glorified  apostles  raise, 

Night  and  day,  continual  praise  : 
Hast  not  Thou  a  mission  too 
For  Thy  children  here  to  do? 
With  the  prophets'  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 
For  Thou  hast  to  babes  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

3  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  the  cross  are  heard  to  boast; 
Oh,  that  we  our  cross  may  bear, 
And  a  crown  of  glory  wear ! 
God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring ; 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

Anon.    (Latin,  5th  Cent.}    T*\  J.  E.  Millard. 

C.  M. 


174 


1  SING  th1  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 

That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 

The  moon  shines  full  at  His  command, 

And  all  the  stars  obey. 
5 


130  GOD  THE   FATHER. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
That  filled  the  eartli  with  food  ; 

He  formed  the  creatures  with  His  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 
But  makes  Thy  glories  known  ; 

And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow 
By  order  from  Thy  throne. 

5  Lord,  how  Thy  wonders  are  displayed 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye, 

If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky. 

6  Creatures,  as  numerous  as  they  be, 
Are  subject  to  Thy  care  ; 

There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

/.  Watts. 

175  8s,  7s.  61. 

GOD  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth, 
Robed  in  His  own  glorious  light  ; 

God  hath  robed  Him,  and  He  reigneth, 
He  hath  girded  Him  with  might. 

Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
God  is%King  in  depth  and  height. 

2  In  her  everlasting  station 

Earth  is  poised,  to  swerve  no  more  ; 
Thou  hast  laid  Thy  throne's  foundation, 
From  all  time  where  thought  can  soar. 

Alleluia !    Alleluia  ! 
Lord,  Thou  art  for  evermore. 

3  Lord,  the  water-floods  have  lifted, 

Ocean  floods  have  lift  their  roar  ; 
Now  they  pause  where  they  have  drifted, 
Now  they  burst  upon  the  shore. 


GOD  THE  FATHER.  181 

Alleluia !     Alleluia ! 
For  the  ocean's  sounding  store. 

4  With  all  tones  of  waters  blending, 

Glorious  is  the  breaking  deep  ; 
Glorious,  beauteous,  without  ending, 
God,  who  reigns  on  Heaven's  high  steep. 

Alleluia !     Alleluia ! 
Songs  of  ocean  never  sleep. 

5  Lord,  the  words  Thy  lips  are  telling 

Are  the  perfect  verity  ; 
Of  Thine  high  eternal  dwelling 
Holiness  shall  inmate  be. 
Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
Pure  is  all  that  lives  with  Thee. 

J.  Keble. 

176  6,6,8,4.81. 

THE  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  : 
Jehovah,  great  I  AM  ! 

By  earth  and  heav'n  confest ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 

Forever  blest. 

2  He  by  Himself  hath  sworn  ; 

I  on  His  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall,  on  eagle's  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend : 
I  shall  behold  His  face, 

I  shall  His  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  His  grace 

For  evermore. 

3  There  dwells  the  Lord  our  King, 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin, 
The  Prince  of  Peace. 


132  GOD   THE   FATHER. 

On  Zion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  still  maintains, 

And,  glorious,  with  His  saints  in  light 
Forever  reigns. 

4  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  high  ; 
Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

They  ever  cry. 
Hail,  Abraham's  God  and  mine ! 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
All  might  and  majesty  are  Thine, 

And  endless  praise. 

T.  Olivers. 


177 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  GOD,  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Who  evermore  hast  been, 
What  time  the  tempest  rages, 

Our  dwelling-place  serene ; 
Before  Thy  first  creations, 

O  Lord,  the  same  as  now, 
To  endless  generations 

The  Everlasting  Thou. 

2  Our  years  are  like  the  shadows 

On  sunny  hills  that  lie, 
Or  grasses  in  the  meadows 

That  blossom  but  to  die  : 
A  sleep,  a  dream,  a  story 

By  strangers  quickly  told, 
And  unremaining  glory 

Of  things  that  soon  are  old. 

3  O  Thou,  who  canst  not  slumber, 

Whose  light  grows  never  pale, 
Teach  us  aright  to  number 
Our  years  before  they  fail. 


ADVENT.  133 


On  us  Thy  mercy  lighten, 
On  us  Thy  goodness  rest, 

And  let  Thy  Spirit  brighten 
The  hearts  Thyself  hast  blessed. 

4  Lord,  crown  our  faith's  endeavor 

With  beauty  and  with  grace, 
Till,  clothed  in  light  for  ever, 
We  see  Thee  face  to  face  : 
A  joy  no  language  measures, 
A  fountain  brimming  o'er, 
An  endless  flow  of  pleasures, 
An  ocean  without  shore. 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 

178  L.  M.  61. 

OH  COME,  oh  come,  Emmanuel, 

And  ransom  captive  Israel, 

That  mourns  in  lonely  exile  here 

Until  the  Son  of  God  appear. 

Rejoice !    Rejoice !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel. 

2  Oh  come,  Thou  Rod  of  Jesse,  free 
Thine  own  from  Satan's  tyranny  ; 
From  depths  of  hell  Thy  people  save, 
A«d  give  them  victory  o'er  the  grave. 

Rejoice !    Rejoice !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel. 

3  Oh  come,  Thou  Day-Spring,  come  and  cheer 
Our  spirits  by  Thine  advent  here  ; 
Disperse  the  gloomy  clouds  of  night, 
And  death's  dark  shadows  put  to  flight. 

Rejoice  !    Rejoice  !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel. 

4  Oh  come,  Thou  Key  of  David,  come, 
And  open  wide  our  heavenly  home  ; 
Make  safe  the  way  that  leads  on  high, 
And  close  the  path  to  misery. 


134  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

Rejoice !    Rejoice  !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel. 

5  Oh  come,  oh  come,  Thou  Lord  of  might, 
Who  to  Thy  tribes,  on  Sinai's  height, 
In  ancient  times  didst  give  the  law, 
In  cloud,  and  majesty,  and  awe. 
Rejoice  !    Rejoice !    Emmanuel 
Shall  come  to  thee,  O  Israel. 

Anon.  (Latin,  c.  nth  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

179  SM 

A  VOICE  by  Jordan's  shore, 
A  summons  stern  and  clear  : 

"  Reform  ;  be  just,  and  sin  no  more  : 
God's  judgment  draweth  near  !  " 

2  A  voice  by  Galilee, 

A  holier  voice  I  hear : 
"  Love  God  ;  thy  neighbor  love:  for  see 
God's  mercy  draweth  near !  " 

3  O  voice  of  duty,  still 

Speak  forth  :  I  hear  with  awe  ; 
In  thee  I  own  the  sovereign  will, 
Obey  the  sovereign  law.  » 

4  Thou  higher  voice  of  love, 

Yet  speak  thy  word  in  me  ; 
Through  duty,  let  me  upward  move 
To  thy  pure  liberty. 

8.  Longfellow. 


180 


8s,  7s. 


COME,  Thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free  ; 

From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us  ; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 


ADVENT.  135 


2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Kule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit 
Raise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  Wesley. 

181  7,7,7,  with  Alleluia 

BLESSED  night,  when  Bethlehem's  plain 
Echoed  with  the  joyful  strain, 
11  Peace  has  come  to  earth  again." 
Alleluia. 

2  Blessed  hills  that  heard  the  song 
Of  that  glorious  angel  throng 
Swelling  all  our  slopes  along. 

Alleluia  ! 

3  Happy  shepherds,  on  whose  ear 

~3ll 


Fell  the  tidings  glad  and  clear, 
to  man  i 
Alleluia ! 


' '  God  to  man  is  drawing  near. " 


4  Thus  revealed  to  shepherds'  eyes, 
Hidden  from  the  great  and  wise, 
Entering  earth  in  lowly  guise  — 

Alleluia  ! 

5  We  adore  Thee  as  our  King, 
And  to  Thee  our  song  we  sing ; 
Our  best  offering  to  Thee  bring, 

Alleluia ! 


136  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

6  Blessed  Babe  of  Bethlehem, 
Owner  of  earth's  diadem, 
Claim  and  wear  the  radiant  gem. 
Alleluia ! 

H.  Sonar. 

182  7s 

BRIGHT  and  joyful  is  the  morn, 
For  to  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
From  the  highest  realms  of  heaven, 
Unto  us  a  son  is  given. 

2  Wonderful  in  counsel  He, 
The  incarnate  Deity  ; 

Sire  of  ages  ne'er  to  cease, 

King  of  kings,  and  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Come  and  worship  at  His  feet, 
Yield  to  Christ  the  homage  meet : 
From  His  manger  to  His  throne, 
Homage  due  to  God  alone. 

4  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
Earth,  uplift  the  joyful  cry  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

J.  Montgomery. 

183  7s 

HAIL,  all  hail  the  joyful  morn ! 

Tell  it  forth  from  earth  to  heaven, 
That  "  to  us  a  child  is  born," 

That  "to  us  a  son  is  given." 

2  Angels  bending  from  the  sky, 

Chanted  at  the  wondrous  birth, 
"Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Peace,  good- will  to  man  on  earth." 


NATIVITY.  137 


3  Him  prophetic  strains  proclaim 

King  of  kings,  the  incarnate  Word ; 
Great  and  wonderful  His  name, 
Prince  of  Peace,  the  mighty  God. 

4  Join  we  then  our  feeble  lays, 

To  the  chorus  of  the  sky  ; 
And,  in  songs  of  grateful  praise, 
Glory  give  to  God  on  high. 

H.  Auber. 

1§4  11,11,12,11  With  Refrain 

REFRAIN.  —  Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly 

sing  ; 
Jerusalem    triumphs,    Messiah    is 

King. 
ZION,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His 

birth  ; 

The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  He  reigns  up- 
on earth. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,-etc. 

2  Tell  how  He  cometh  ;  from  nation  to  nation 

The   heart-cheering   news   let    the    earth 

echo  round  ; 

How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salva- 
tion, 

How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crowned. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 

ing, 

And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise : 
Ye  angels,  the  full  alleluia  be  singing  ; 
One  chorus    resound  through   the   earth 
and  the  skies. 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

W.  A.  Muhlenberg. 


138  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 

P.  M.  Irregular 

OH  come,  all  ye  faithful, 

Joyful  and  triumphant, 

Oh  come  ye,  oh  come  ye  to  Bethlehem ; 

Come  and  behold  Him 

Born  the  King  of  Angels  ; 
AFTER  EACH  VERSE.  - 

Oh  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
Oh  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
Christ,  the  Lord. 

2  God  of  God, 
Light  of  Light, 

Lo  !  He  abhors  not  the  Virgin's  womb ; 

Very  God, 

Begotten,  not  created ; 

3  Sing,  choirs  of  Angels, 
Sing  in  exultation, 

Sing,  all  ye  citizens  of  heaven  above  : 
Glory  to"  God 
In  the  highest ; 

4  Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 
Born  this  happy  morning, 
Jesus,  to  Thee  be  glory  given ; 
Word  of  the  Father, 

Now  in  flesh  appearing. 

Anon.    (Latin,  17th  Cent.)    Tr.  F.  OaMey. 

18(3  6s,  5s.  With  Refrain. 

COME  hither,  ye  faithful, 

Triumphantly  sing ; 
Come,  see  in  the  manger 

The  angels'  dread  King ; 
To  Bethlehem  hasten 

With  joyful  accord ; 


NATIVITY. 


Oh  come  ye,  come  hither, 
Oh  come  ye,  come  hither, 
Oh  come  ye,  come  hither 
To  worship  the  Lord. 

2  True  Son  of  the  Father, 

He  comes  from  the  skies ; 
To  be  born  of  a  Virgin 
He  doth  not  despise. 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 

3  Hark !   hark  to  the  angels ! 

All  singing  in  heaven, 
"To  God  in  the  highest 
All  glory  be  given  ! " 

To  Bethlehem  hasten,  etc. 

4  To  Thee,  then,  O  Jesus, 

This  day  of  Thy  birth, 
Be  glory  and  honor 

Through  heaven  and  earth ; 
True  Godhead  incarnate  ! 

Omnipotent  Word  ! 
Oh  come,  let  us  hasten, 
Oh  come,  let  us  hasten, 
Oh  come,  let  us  hasten 

To  worship  the  Lord  ! 
Anon.  (Latin,  17th  Cent.)    Tr.  E.  Caswall-Schaff. 

187  7s81 

HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
' '  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! " 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 
Hark !   the  herald  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King." 


140  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored ; 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  Virgin's  womb  : 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ; 
Hail  the  Incarnate  Deity, 

Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell ; 
Jesus,  our  Emmanuel ! 
Hark !    the  herald  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King." 

3  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 

Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 
Hark !   the  herald  angels  sing, 
* i  Glory  to  the  new-born  King. " 
C.  Wesley ;  alt.  G.  Whitejield ;  M.  Madan ;  Suppl.  to  New 
Version ;  </.  Kempthorne. 


188 


7s.  81. 


HE  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God ; 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode  ; 
Stooping  from  His  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness. 
He  has  come,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come  to  scatter,  with  His  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

2  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come, 
Making  this  poor  earth  His  home  ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load, 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God. 


NATIVITY.  141 


He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ; 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode, 
Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God. 

3  Unto  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
Ne'er  has  earth  beheld  a  morn 
Out  of  all  the  morns  of  time 
Half  so  glorious  in  its  prime. 
Unto  us  a  son  is  given  ; 
He  has  come  from  God's  own  heaven, 
Bringing  with  Him  from  above 
Holy  peace  and  holy  love. 

H.  Sonar. 

189  8s'7s  81 

HARK  !   what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 

Lo !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  alleluias  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy : 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found, 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  * '  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  : 

Heaven  and  earth  His  glory  sing ; 
Glad  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  "Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him; 

Learn  His  name,  and  taste  His  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him, 
'  Glory  be  to  God  most  High  ! '  " 


142  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 
Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth ! 
Spread  the  brightness  of  His  glory 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

J.  Cawood. 

190  lOs.61. 

CHRISTIANS,  awake,  salute  the  happy  morn, 
Whereon  the  Saviour  of  mankind  was  born; 
Rise  to  adore  the  mystery  of  love, 
Which  hosts  of  angels  chanted  from  above; 
With  them  the  joyful  tidings  first  begun 
Of  God  incarnate  and  the  Virgin's  Son. 

2  Then  to  the  watchful  shepherds  it  was  told, 
Who    heard    the    angelic    herald's    voice  : 

"Behold, 

I  bring  good  tidings  of  a  Saviour's  birth 
To  you  and  all  the  nations  upon  earth  : 
This  day  hath  God  fulfilled  His  promised 

word, 
This   day   is    born    a    Saviour,    Christ  the 

Lord." 

3  He   spake ;    and    straightway  the  celestial 

choir 

In   hymns   of   joy,    unknown  before,    con- 
spire : 

The  praises  of  redeeming  love  they  sang. 
And  heaven's  whole  arch  with  alleluias 

rang: 

God's  highest  glory  was  their  anthem  still, 
Peace  upon  earth,  and  unto  men  good-will. 

4  To  Bethlehem  straight  the  happy  shepherds 

ran, 
To  see  the  wonder  God  had  wrought  for 

man  : 
And   found,  with  Joseph  and   the  blessed 

maid, 


NATIVITY.  143 


Her  Son,  the  Saviour,  in  a  manger  laid  ; 
Amazed  the  wondrous  story  they  proclaim, 
The  earliest  heralds  of  the  Saviour's  name. 

5  Let  us,  like  these  good  shepherds,  then  em- 
ploy 

Our  grateful  voices  to  proclaim  the  joy ; 

Trace  we  the  Babe,  who  hath  retrieved  our 
loss, 

From  His  poor  manger  to  His  bitter  cross ; 

Treading  His  steps,  assisted   by   His  grace, 

Till  man's  first  heavenly  state  again  takes 
place. 

J.  Byrom. 

191  LM 

ALL  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord, 
Cloth'd  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood  ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  Thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  Thine  alone. 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  Thee  bow  : 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  Thee  now  ; 
Angels,  who  did  in  Thee  rejoice, 
Now  listen  for  Thine  infant  voice. 

3  A  little  child,  Thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  Thee  may  rest 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  Thy  birth, 

That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night, 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light, 
To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 

Like  Thine  own  angels,  round  Thee  shine. 

5  All  this  for  us  Thy  love  hath  done ; 
By  this  to  Thee  our  love  is  won  ; 
For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 
And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 

Martin  Luther. 


144  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 

192  8s,  7s.  61. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 

Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Ye,  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  infant-light ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations, 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  His  temple  shall  appear ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 
J.  Montgomery. 

193  c.  M.  si. 

IT  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 

That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  ; 
Peace  on  the  earth,  good- will  to  men. 

From  heaven's  all-gracious  King ; 
The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay 


NATIVITY,  145 


To  hear  the  angels  sing, 
To  hear  the  angels  sing. 

2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  they  come, 

With  peaceful  wings  unfurled, 
And  still  their  heavenly  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

3  O  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way 

With  painful  steps  and  slow, 
Look  now  !   for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing ; 
O  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing. 

4  For  lo !   the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold  ; 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing. 

E.  II.  Sears. 

1 94.  c.  M.  si. 

CALM  on  the  list'ning  ear  of  night 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 

Her  silver-mantled  plains. 
Celestial  choirs  from  courts  above 

Shed  sacred  glories  there  ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 

Make  music  on  the  air. 


146  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

2  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 

The  day-spring  from  on  high. 
O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 

Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

3  ' '  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 
Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, 
"Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  men, 

From  heaven's  eternal  King  !  " 
Light  on  Thy  hills,  Jerusalem ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born  : 
More  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 

Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn. 

E.  H. 

195 


8,6,6,8,6,6 


ALL  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 

As  I  hear,  far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices ; 

"  Christ  is  born,"  their  choirs  are  singing, 
Till  the  air  everywhere 

Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

2  Hark !   a  voice  from  yonder  manger, 

Soft  and  sweet,  doth  entreat, 
"Flee  from  woe  and  danger! 

Brethren,    come !    from   all    that  grieves 

you 
You  are  freed ;   all  you  need 

I  will  surely  give  you." 

3  Come,  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder ! 

Here  let  all,  great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder  ! 

Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning ! 
Hail  the  Star  that  from  far 

Bright  with  hope  is  burning ! 


NATIVITY.  147 


4  Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  cherish, 
Live  to  Thee,  and  with  Thee 
Dying,  shall  not  perish  ; 

But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  for  ever, 
Far  on  high,  in  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 

P.  Gerkardt.     Tr.  C.   Winkworth. 


196 


7s.  61. 


SING,  0  sing,  this  blessed  morn ; 
Unto  us  a  child  is  born, 


God  Himself  comes  down  from  heav'n  ; 
Sing,  O  sing,  this  blessed  morn, 
Jesus  Christ  to-day  is  born. 

2  God  of  God,  and  Light  of  light, 
Comes  with  mercies  infinite, 
Joining  in  a  wondrous  plan 
Heaven  to  earth,  and  'God  to  man. 

Sing,  O  sing,  etc. 

3  God  with  us,  Emmanuel, 
Deigns  for  ever  now  to  dwell ; 
He  on  Adam's  fallen  race 
Sheds  the  fulness  of  His  grace. 

Sing,  O  sing,  etc. 

4  God  comes  down  that  man  may  rise, 
Lifted  by  Him  to  the  skies ; 

Christ  is  Son  of  Man  that  we 

Sons  of  God  in  Him  may  be. 

Sing,  O  sing,  etc. 

5  O  renew  us,  Lord,  we  pray, 
With  Thy  Spirit  day  by  day, 
That  we  ever  one  may  be 
With  the  Father  and  with  Thee. 

Sing,  O  sing,  etc. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


148  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 


0.  M.  81. 


197 

WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
"  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you  and  all  mankind. 

2  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day 

Is  born  of  David's  line 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 
The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

3  Thus  spake  the  seraph  ;   and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 
"All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to  men 

Begin,  and  never  cease." 

tf.  Tate. 

198  CM 

JOY  to  the  world  !   the  Lord  is  come  : 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 

And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 


NATIVITY.  149 


2  Joy  to  the  world  !   the  Saviour  reigns : 

Let  men  their  songs  employ, 
While   fields   and   floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 

plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

/.  Watts. 

199  CM 

HARK,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne 

And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 
And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 


150  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 


5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  : 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  name. 

P.  Doddridge. 

200  c  M 

As  SHADOWS  cast  by  cloud  and  sun 

Flit  o'er  the  summer  grass, 
So,  in  Thy  sight,  almighty  One, 

Earth's  generations  pass. 

2  And  as  the  years,  an  endless  host, 

Come  swiftly  pressing  on, 
The  brightest  names  that  earth  can  boast 
Just  glisten  and  are  gone. 

3  Yet  doth  the  star  of  Bethlehem  shed 

A  lustre  pure  and  sweet ; 
And  still  it  leads,  as  once  it  led, 
To  the  Messiah's  feet. 

4  O  Father,  may  that  holy  star 

Grow  every  year  more  bright, 

And  send  its  glorious  beams  afar 

To  fill  the  world  with  light ! 

W.  C.  Bryant. 

201  R  M'      8,6,8,6,7,6,8,6 

O  LITTLE  town  of  Bethlehem, 

How  still  we  see  thee  lie ! 
Above  thy  deep  and  dreamless  sleep 

The  silent  stars  go  by ; 
Yet  in  thy  dark  streets  shineth 

The  everlasting  light ; 
The  hopes  and  fears  of  all  the  years 

Are  met  in  thee  to-night. 


NATIVITY.  151 


2  For  Christ  is  born  of  Mary, 

And  gathered  all  above, 
While  mortals  sleep,  the  angels  keep 

Their  watch  of  wond'ring  love. 
O  morning  stars,  together 

Proclaim  the  holy  birth  ! 
And  praises  sing  to  God  the  King 

And  peace  to  men  on  earth. 

3  How  silently,  how  silently, 

The  wondrous  gift  is  given  ! 
So  God  imparts  to  human  hearts 

The  blessings  of  His  heaven. 
No  ear  may  hear  His  coming, 

But  in  this  world  of  sin, 
Where  meek  souls  will  receive  Him  still, 

The  dear  Christ  enters  in. 

4  O  holy  Child  of  Bethlehem ! 

Descend  to  us,  we  pray ; 
Cast  out  our  sin,  and  enter  in ; 

Be  born  in  us  to-day. 
We  hear  the  Christmas  angels 

The  great  glad  tidings  tell ; 
O  come  to  us,  abide  with  us, 

Our  Lord  Emmanuel ! 

P.  Brooks. 

202  10>8>10>8>  with  Refrain,  8,8  (Irregular) 

THOU  didst  leave  Thy  throne  and  Thy  kingly 

crown 

When  Thou  earnest  to  earth  for  me  ; 
But  in  Bethlehem's  home  there  was  found 

no  room 

For  Thy  holy  nativity. 
Oh,  come  to  my  heart,  Lord  Jesus, 

There  is  room  in  my  heart  for  Thee ! 


152  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 


2  Heaven's  arches  rang  when  the  angels  sang, 

Proclaiming  Thy  royal  degree  ; 
But   in  lowly   birth   didst   Thou    come    to 

earth, 

And  in  great  humility. 
Oh,  come,  etc. 

3  Thou  earnest,  O  Lord,  with  the  living  word, 

That  should  set  Thy  people  free ; 
But  with  mocking  scorn,  and  with  crown 

of  thorn, 

They  bore  Thee  to  Calvary. 
Oh,  come,  etc. 

4  When  Heaven's  arches  shall  ring,  and  her 

choirs  shall  sing, 
At  Thy  coming  to  victory, 
Let  Thy  voice  call  me  home,  saying,  * '  Yet 

there  is  room, 

There  is  room  at  My  side  for  Thee." 
And  my  heart  shall  rejoice,  Lord  Jesus, 
When  Thou  comest  and  callest  for  me. 

Emily  E.  S.  Elliott. 

203  c  M 

To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  son  is  given, 
And  on  His  shoulder  ever  rests 

All  power  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  everlasting  Lord, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  God  by  all  adored. 

3  His  righteous  government  and  power 

Shall  over  all  extend  ; 
On  judgment  and  on  justice  based, 
His  reign  shall  have  no  end. 


NATIVITY.  158 


4  Lord  Jesus,  reign  in  us,  we  pray, 

And  make  us  Thine  alone, 
Who  with  the  Father  ever  art 
And  Holy  Spirit,  one. 

J.  Morison.    Version  of  Hs.  A.  and  M.,  Ab. 

204  8,7,8,7,7,7 

ONCE  in  royal  David's  city 

Stood  a  lowly  cattle  shed, 
Where  a  mother  laid  her  Baby 

In  a  manger  for  His  bed  : 
Mary  was  that  mother  mild, 
Jesus  Christ  her  little  Child. 

2  He  came  down  to  earth  from  heaven, 

Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 
And  His  shelter  was  a  stable 

And  His  cradle  was  a  stall : 
With  the  poor,   and  mean,  and  lowly, 
Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  holy. 

3  And,  thro1  all  His  wondrous  childhood; 

He  would  honor  and  obey, 
Love,  and  watch  the  lowly  maiden 

In  whose  gentle  arms  He  lay : 
Christian  children  all  must  be 
Mild,  obedient,  good  as  He. 

4  For  He  is  our  -childhood's  pattern  ; 

Day  by  day  like  us  He  grew ; 
He  was  little,   weak,  and  helpless, 

Tears  and  smiles  like  us  He  knew  : 
And  He  feeleth  for  our  sadness, 
And  He  shareth  in  our  gladness. 

5  And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  Him, 

Through  His  own  redeeming  love  ; 
For  that  Child  so  dear  and  gentle 

Is  our  Lord  in  heaven  above  : 
And  He  leads  His  children  on 
To  the  place  where  He  is  gone. 


154  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

6  Not  in  that  poor  lowly  stable, 
With  the  oxen  standing  by, 
We  shall  see  Him,  but  in  heaven, 

Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high  : 
When  like  stars  His  children  crowned, 
All  in  white  shall  wait  around. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

205  8,7,8,7,8,7,7 

OF  the  Father's  Love  begotten, 
Ere  the  worlds  began  to  be, 

He  the  Alpha  and  Omega, 
He  the  source,  the  ending  He, 

Of  the  things  that  are,  that  have  been, 
And  that  future  years  shall  see, 
Evermore  and  evermore. 

2  He  is  here,  whom  seers  of  old  time 

Chanted  of  while  ages  ran, 
Whom  the  faithful  word  of  prophets 

Promised  since  the  world  began ; 
Long  foretold,  at  length  appearing, 

Praise  Him  every  child  of  man, 
Evermore  and  evermore. 

3  Praise  Him,  O  ye  heaven  of  heavens, 

Praise  Him,   angels  in  the  height ; 
All  dominions  bow  before  Him 

And  exalt  His  wondrous  might. 
Let  no  tongue  of  man  be  silent ; 

Let  each  voice  and  heart  unite, 
Evermore  and  evermore. 

4  Thee  let  old  men,  Thee  let  young  men, 

Thee  let  boys  in  chorus  sing, 
Matrons,  virgins,  little  maidens, 

With  glad  voices  answering. 
Let  their  guileless  songs  re-echo 

And  the  heart  its  praises  bring, 
Evermore  and  evermore. 


EPIPHANY.  155 


5  Christ,  to  Thee,  with  God  the  Father, 

And,  O  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
Hymn,  and  chant,  and  high  thanksgiving, 

And  unwearied  praises  be, 
Honor,  glory,  might,  dominion, 
And  eternal  victory, 

Evermore  and  evermore. 
Aurelius  C.  Prudentius.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


206 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  ONE  with  God  the  Father 

In  majesty  and  might, 
The  brightness  of  His  glory, 

Eternal  Light  of  light, 
O'er  this  our  home  of  darkness 

Thy  rays  are  streaming  now ; 
The  shadows  flee  before  Thee  ; 

The  world's  true  Light  art  Thou. 

2  Yet,  Lord,  we  see  but  darkly : 

O  heavenly  Light,  arise, 
Dispel  these  mists  that  shroud  us, 

And  hide  Thee  from  our  eyes. 
We  long  to  track  the  footprints 

That  Thou  Thyself  hast  trod  ; 
We  long  to  see  the  pathway 

That  leads  to  Thee  our  God. 

3  O  Jesus,  shine  around  us 

With  radiance  of  Thy  grace  ;  . 
O  Jesus,  turn  upon  us 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face. 
We  need  no  star  to  guide  us, 

As  on  our  way  we  press, 
If  Thou  Thy  light  vouchsafest, 

O  Sun  of  Righteousness. 

W.  W.  HOW. 


166  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

207  L-  M.  si. 

WHEN,  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 
Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks,  — 

It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

2  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode  ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark  ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind,  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark: 
Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose,  — 

It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease, 
And,  thro'  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star,  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

H.  K.  White. 

208  L- M 

WHAT  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright, 
Which  shame  the  sun's  less  radiant  light  ? 
It  shines  t'  announce  a  new-born  King, 
Glad  tidings  of  our  God  to  bring. 

2  'Tis  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed, 
"From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed;" 
And  lo,  the  eastern  sages  stand, 
To  read  in  heaven  the  Lord's  command. 


EPIPHANY.  157 


3  While  outward  signs  the  star  displays, 
An  inward  light  the  Lord  conveys, 
And  urges  them,  with  force  benign, 
To  seek  the  giver  of  the  sign. 

4  True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay, 
Nor  toil  nor  dangers  stop  their  way ; 
Home,  kindred,  fatherland,  and  all, 
They  leave  at  once,  at  God's  high  call. 

5  O  Jesus,  while  the  Star  of  grace 
Invites  us  now  to  seek  Thy  face, 
May  we  no  more  that  grace  repel, 

Or  quench  that  light  which  shines  so  well. 
C.  Coffin.     Tr.  J.  Chandler. 

209  lls'10s 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 

aid; 

Star  of  the  east,   the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shin- 

ing, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 

stall ; 

Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Shall  we  not  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of   the   mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 

ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine? 


158  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer   to    God   are   the  prayers   of   the 
poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 

ing, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 

aid  ; 

Star  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

E.  Heber. 

210  7s81 

SONGS  of  thankfulness  and  praise 
Jesus,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise, 
Manifested  by  the  star 
To  the  sages  from  afar, 
Branch  of  royal  David's  stem, 
In  Thy  birth  at  Bethlehem ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addressed, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

2  Manifest  at  Jordan's  stream, 
Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  supreme, 
And  at  Cana,   wedding-guest, 

In  Thy  Godhead  manifest ; 
Manifest  in  power  divine, 
Changing  water  into  'Wine  ; 
Anthems  be  to  Thee  addressed, 
God  in  man  made  manifest" 

3  Manifest  in  making  whole 
Palsied  limbs  and  fainting  soul ; 
Manifest  in  valiant  fight, 
Quelling  all  the  devil's  might ; 
Manifest  in  gracious  will, 

Ever  bringing  good  from  ill ; 


EPIPHANY.  159 


Anthems  be  to  Thee  addressed, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

4  Sun  and  moon  shall  darkened  be, 
Star  shall  fall,  the  heavens  shall  flee  ; 
Christ  will  then  like  lightning  shine, 
All  will  see  His  glorious  sign  ; 

All  will  then  the  trumpet  hear, 
All  will  see  the  Judge  appear  ; 
Thou  by  all  wilt  be  confessed, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

5  Grant  us  grace  to  see  Thee,  Lord, 
Present  in  Thy  holy  word  ; 

May  we  imitate  Thee  now, 
And  be  pure,  as  pure  art  Thou, 
That  we  like  to  Thee  may  be 
At  Thy  great  Epiphany  ; 
And  may  praise  Thee,  ever  blest, 
God  in  man  made  manifest. 

C.  Wordsworth, 

211  7s-61- 

As  WITH  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold, 
As  with  joy  they  hail'd  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright, 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore, 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare, 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 


160  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And,   when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright, 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  light,  its  joy,  its  crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down  ; 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

w.  c.  Dix. 


212 


6s,  5s.  81.  With  refrain. 


FROM  the  eastern  mountains 

Pressing  on  they  come, 
Wise  men  in  their  wisdom 

To  His  humble  home ; 
Stirr'd  by  deep  devotion, 

Hasting  from  afar, 
Ever  journeying  onward, 

Guided  by  a  star. 

KEFRAIN.  —  Light  of  light  that  shineth 

Ere  the  worlds  began, 
Draw  Thou  near,  and  lighten 
Every  heart  of  man. 

2  There  their  Lord  and  Saviour 

Meek  and  lowly  lay, 
Wondrous  light  that  led  them 
Onward  on  their  way, 


EPIPHANY.  161 


Ever  now  to  lighten 

Nations  from  afar, 
As  they  journey  homeward 

By  that  guiding  star.  —  Ref. 

3  Thou  who  in  a  manger 

Once  hast  lowly  lain, 
Who  dost  now  in  glory 

O'er  all  kingdoms  reign, 
Gather  in  the  heathen, 

Who  in  lands  afar 
Ne'er  have  seen  the  brightness 
Of  Thy  guiding  star.  —  Ref. 

4  Gather  in  the  outcasts, 

All  who've  gone  astray, 
Throw  Thy  radiance  o'er  them, 

Guide  them  on  their  way ; 
Those  who  never  knew  Thee, 

Those  who've  wandered  far, 
Lead  them  by  the  brightness 

Of  Thy  guiding  star.  —  Ref. 

5  Onward  through  the  darkness 

Of  the  lonely  night, 
Shining  still  before  them 

With  Thy  kindly  light, 
Guide  them,  Jew  and  Gentile, 

Homeward  from  afar, 
Young  and  old  together, 

By  Thy  guiding  star.  —  Ref. 

6  Until  every  nation, 

Whether  bond  or  free, 
'Neath  Thy  starlit  banner, 

Jesus,  follows  Thee 
O'er  the  distant  mountains 

To  that  heavenly  home 
Where  no  sin  nor  sorrow 

Evermore  shall  come.  —  Ref. 
6  G.  Thring. 


162  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

213 

HAIL  !  Thou  source  of  every  blessing, 
Sov'reign  Father  of  mankind, 

Gentiles  now,   Thy  grace  possessing, 
In  Thy  courts  admission  find. 

2  Grateful  now  we  fall  before  Thee 

In  Thy  Church  obtain  a  place  ; 
Now  by  faith  behold  Thy  glory, 
Praise  Thy  truth,  adore  Thy  grace. 

3  Once  far  off,  but  now  invited, 

We  approach  Thy  sacred  throne  ; 
In  Thy  covenant  united 

Reconciled,  redeemed,  made  one. 

4  Now  revealed  to  eastern  sages, 

See  the  star  of  mercy  shine, 
Mystery  hid  in  former  ages. 
Mystery  great  of  love  divine. 

5  Hail !  Thou  all-inviting  Saviour ; 

Gentiles  now  their  offerings  bring, 
In  Thy  temple  seek  Thy  favor, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King. 

6  May  we,  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

Live  devoted  to  Thy  praise, 

Glorious  realms  of  bliss  inherit, 

Grateful  anthems  ever  raise. 

B  Woodd. 

214  8s,7s. 

BETHL'HEM,  not  the  least  of  cities, 
None  can  e'er  with  thee  compare ; 

Thou  alone  the  Lord  from  heaven 
Didst  for  us  incarnate  bear. 


EPIPHANY.  163 


2  Fairer  than  the  sun  at  morning 

Shone  the  star  that  told  His  birth, 
To  the  lands  their  God  announcing, 
Veiled  beneath  a  form  of  earth. 

3  By  its  lambent  beauty  guided 

Eastern  kings  their  wealth  unfold ; 
Bending  low  their  gifts  they  offer, — 
Gifts  of  incense,  myrrh,  and  gold. 

4  Offerings  of  mystic  meaning  : 

Incense  doth  the  God  disclose ; 
Gold  the  King  of  kings  proclaimeth  ; 
Myrrh  the  future  tomb  foreshows. 

5  Holy  Jesus,  in  Thy  brightness 

To  the  gentile  world  displayed 
With  the  Father,  and  the  Spirit, 
Endless  praise  to  Thee  be  paid. 

Aurelius  C.  Prudentius.     Tr.  JE.  Caswall. 

215  L  M- 

THE  Star  proclaims  the  King  is  here  ; 
But,  Herod,  why  this  senseless  fear? 
He  takes  no  realms  of  earth  away 
Who  gives  the  realms  of  heavenly  day. 

2  The  wiser  Magi  see  from  far 
And  follow  on  His  guiding  star ; 
And  led  by  light  to  light  they  press, 
And  by  their  gifts  their  God  confess. 

3  Within  the  Jordan's  crystal  flood 

In  meekness  stands  the  Lamb  of  God, 
And  sinless  sanctifies  the  wave, 
Mankind  from  sin  to  cleanse  and  save. 

4  At  Cana  first  His  power  is  shown  ; 
His  might  the  blushing  waters  own, 
And  changing,  as  He  speaks  the  word, 
Flow  wine,  obedient  to  their  Lord. 


184  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

5  All  glory,  Jesus,  be  to  Thee 
For  this  Thy  glad  Epiphany  : 
Whom  with  the  Father  we  adore, 
And  Holy  Ghost  for  evermore. 

Latin  (5th  Cent.)     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

216  8,7,8,7,7,7 

THOU  to  whom  the  sick  and  dying 
Ever  came,  nor  came  in  vain, 

Still  with  healing  words  replying 
To  the  wearied  cry  of  pain ; 

Hear  us,  Jesus,  as  we  meet, 

Suppliants  at  Thy  mercy  seat. 

2  Still  the  weary,  sick,  and  dying 

Need  a  brother's,  sister's  care ; 
On  Thy  higher  help  relying 

May  we  now  their  burden  share, 
Bringing  all  our  offerings  meet, 
Suppliants,  to  Thy  mercy-seat. 

3  May  each  child  of  Thine  be  willing, 

Willing  both  in  hand  and  heart, 
All  the  law  of  love  fulfilling, 

Comfort  ever  to  impart, 
Ever  bringing  offerings  meet, 
Suppliant  to  Thy  mercy-seat. 

4  Then  shall  sickness,  sin,  and  sadness, 

To  Thy  healing  power  yield, 
Till  the  sick  and  sad,  in  gladness, 

Rescued,  ransomed,  cleansed,  healed, 
One  in  Thee  together  meet, 
Pardoned  at  Thy  judgment-seat. 

G.  Thring. 

217  8,7,8,7,7,7 

JESUS  wept !  those  tears  are  over, 
But  His  heart  is  still  the  same ; 

Kinsman,  friend,  and  elder  brother, 
Is  His  everlasting  name. 


PRAYER   AND   PRAISE.  166 

Saviour,  who  can  love  like  Thee, 
Gracious  One  of  Bethany  ? 

2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  me, 

When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 

Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
Surely,  none  can  feel  like  Thee, 
Weeping  One  of  Bethany ! 

3  Jesus  wept !    and  still  in  glory, 

He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear; 
Living  to  retrace  the  story 

Of  the  hearts  He  solaced  here. 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 

4  Jesus  wept  !   That  tear  of  sorrow 

Is  a  legacy  of  love ; 
Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 

He  the  same  doth  ever  prove. 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me, 
Living  One  of  Bethany  ! 

J.  R.  Macduff. 

218  L  M- 

MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  word; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory  too. 


166  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 

4  Be  Thou  my  pattern ;   make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

I.  Watts. 

219  LM 

How  BEAUTEOUS  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine ; 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  Thee  so  calm,  so  bright, 
Thou  God  of  God,  Thou  Light  of  light  ? 
Oh,  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe? 

3  Oh,  who  like  Thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs,  of  men  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 

So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  E'en  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee; 
Yet  love  thro'  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  Oh,  in  Thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illumine  all  my  way  of  woe ; 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

A.  c.  Coxe. 


220 


L.  M. 


WHERE'ER  have  trod  Thy  sacred  feet, 
Teach  us,  O  Lord,  Thy  steps  to  trace, 
Where  men  in  busy  concourse  meet, 
Or  in  the  lonely  wilderness. 


PRAYER  AND  PRAISE.  167 

2  Bid  us  with  Thee  to  watch  and  pray, 
With  Thee  to  die,  with  Thee  to  rise, 
With  Thee  to  bear  our  cross  each  day, 
With  Thee  to  soar  beyond  the  skies. 

3  Where'er  Thou  art  may  we  remain ; 
Where'er  Thou  goest  may  we  go  : 
With  Thee,  O  Lord,  no  grief  is  pain ; 
Away  from  Thee,  all  joy  is  woe. 

4  Oh,  may  we  in  each  holy  tide, 

Each  solemn  season,  dwell  with  Thee, 

Content  if  only  by  Thy  side 

In  life  or  death  we  still  may  be. 

Anon. 

221  L-M- 

How  SHALL  I  follow  Him  I  serve? 

How  shall  I  copy  Him  I  love  ? 
Nor  from  those  blessed  footsteps  swerve 

Which  lead  me  to  His  seat  above? 

2  Privations,  sorrows,  bitter  scorn, 

The  life  of  toil,  the  mean  abode, 
The  faithless  kiss,  the-  crown  of  thorn, 
Are  these  the  consecrated  road? 

3  Twas  thus  He  suffered,  though  a  Son, 

Foreknowing,  choosing,  feeling  all, 
Until  the  perfect  work  was  done, 
And  drunk  the  cup  of  bitter  gall. 

4  Lord,  should  my  path  through  suffering  lie, 

Forbid  that  I  should  e'er  repine  ; 
Still  let  me  turn  to  Calvary, 
Nor  heed  my  griefs,  rememb'ring  Thine. 

5  To  faint,  to  grieve,  to  die  for  me  ! 

Thou  earnest  not  Thyself  to  please  ; 
And,  dear  as  earthly  comforts  be, 
Shall  I  not  love  Thee  more  than  these? 


168  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

6  Yes,  I  would  count  them  all  but  loss, 

To  gain  the  notice  of  Thine  eye  ; 
Flesh  shrinks  and  trembles  at  the  cross, 
But  Thou  canst  give  the  victory. 

J.  Conder. 

222  L-M- 

O  LOVE  !  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high, 
How  passing  thought  and  fantasy, 
That  God,  the  Son  of  God,  should  take 
Our  mortal  form  for  mortals'  sake. 

2  He  sent  no  angel  to  our  race, 
Of  higher  or  of  lower  place, 

But  wore  the  robe  of  human  frame 
And  He  Himself  to  this  world  came. 

3  For  us  to  wicked  men  betrayed, 
Scourged,  mocked,  in  crown  of  thorns  ar- 
rayed, 

For  us  He  bore  the  cross's  death, 
For  us  at  length  gave  up  His  breath. 

4  For  us  He  rose  from  death  again, 
For  us  He  went  oft  high  to  reign, 
For  us  He  sent  His  Spirit  here 

To  guide,  to  strengthen,  and  to  cheer. 

Anon.    (Latin,  15th  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

223  L- M-  a. 

O  MASTER,  it  is  good  to  be 
High  on  the  mountain  here  with  Thee, 
Where  stand  revealed  to  mortal  gaze 
Those  glorious  saints  of  other  days, 
Who  once  received  on  Horeb's  height 
Th'  eternal  laws  of  truth  and  right ; 
Or  caught  the  still  small  whisper,  higher 
Than  storm,  than  earthquake,  or  than  fire. 


PRAYER  AND  PRAISE.  169 

2  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  faithful  Three, 
Here,  where  the  apostle's  heart  of  rock 
Is  nerved  against  temptation's  shock  ; 
Here,  where  the  son  of  thunder  learns 
The  thought  that  breathes,   and  word  that 

burns ; 

Here,  where  on  eagle's  wings  we  move 
With  Him  whose  last  best  creed  is  love. 

3  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 
Entranced,  enwrapt,  alone  with  Thee ; 
And  watch  Thy  glistering  raiment  glow 
Whiter  than  Hermon's  whitest  snow, 
The  human  lineaments  that  shine 
Irradiant  with  a  light  divine, 

Till  we  too  change  from  grace  to  grace, 
Gazing  on  that  transfigured  face. 

4  O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be 

Here  on  the  holy  mount  with  Thee, 
When  darkling  in  the  depths  of  night, 
When  dazzled  with  excess  of  light, 
We  bow  before  the  heavenly  voice 
That  bids  bewildered  souls  rejoice, 
Though  love  wax  cold,  and  faith  be  dim, 
"This  is  mv  Son-,  oh,  hear  ye  Him." 

A.  P.  Stanley. 

224  L- M- 

OH,  wondrous  type,  oh,  vision  fair 
Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 
Which  Christ  upon  the  mountain  shows, 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  He  glows. 

2  From  age  to  age  the  tale  declare, 
How  with  the  three  disciples  there, 
Where  Moses  and  Elias  meet, 
The  Lord  holds  converse  high  and  sweet. 


170  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

3  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
"What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above, 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

4  And  faithful  hearts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery ; 

For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The  voice  of  prayer,  the  hymn  of  praise. 

5  O  Father,  with  the  eternal  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit  ever  one, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by  Thy  grace 
To  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face. 

Sarum.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

225  L- M- 

ON  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 
Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh  ; 
Come,  then,  and  hearken  ;  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 

2  Then  cleansed  be  every  Christian  breast, 
And  furnished  for  so  great  a  guest  ! 
Yea,  let  us  each  his  heart  prepare 

For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 

3  For  Thou  art  our  salvation,  Lord, 
Our  refuge  and  our  great  reward ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decayed. 

4  To  heal  the  sick  stretch  out  Thine  hand, 
And  bid  the  fallen  sinner  stand  : 

Once  more-  upon  Thy  people  shine, 
And  fill  the  world  with  love  divine. 

5  All  praise,  eternal  Son,  to  Thee, 
Whose  advent  set  Thy  people  free ; 
Whom  with  the  Father  we  adore, 
And  Holy  Ghost  for  evermore. 

From  the  Latin.    Tr.  J.  Chandler. 


PRAYER   AND   PRAISE.  171 

226  8'8'8'4 

FIERCE  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep, 
Watch  did  Thine  anxious  servants  keep, 
But  Thou  wast  wrapped  in  guileless  sleep, 
Calm  and  still. 

2  "  Save,  Lord,  we  perish,"  was  their  cry, 
UO  save  us  in  our  agony ! " 

Thy  word  above  the  storm  rose  high, 
"Peace,  be  still." 

3  The  wild  winds  hushed  ;  the  angry  deep 
Sank,  like  a  little  child,  to  sleep  ; 

The  sullen  billows  ceased  to  leap, 
At  Thy  will.. 

4  So,  when  our  life  is  clouded  o'er, 

And  storm- winds  drift  us  from  the  shore, 
Say,  lest  we  sink  to  rise  no  more, 
"  Peace,  be  still." 

G.  Thring. 

227  7'7-7'6- 

JESUS,  Son  of  God  most  high, 
God  from  all  eternity, 
Born  as  man  to  live  and  die, 
Hear  us,  Holy  Jesus. 

2  Leaving  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Making  mortal  cares  Thine  own, 
Making  God's  compassion  known, 

Hear  us.  Holy  Jesus. 

3  By  Thy  life,  so  lone  and  still, 
By  Thy  waiting  to  fulfil 

In  its  time  Thy  Father's  will, 
Hear  us,  Holy  Jesus. 

4  May  we  mark  the  pattern  fair 
Of  Thy  life  of  work  and  prayer, 
And  for  truth  all  perils  dare, 

Hear  us,  Holy  Jesus. 


172  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

5  Bid  us  come,  at  last,  to  Thee, 
And  forever  perfect  be, 
Where  Thy  glory  we  shall  see, 
Hear  us,  Holy  Jesus. 

T  B.  Pollock. 

228  L- M- 

O  MASTER,  let  me  walk  with  Thee 
In  lowly  paths  of  service  free ; 
Tell  me  Thy  secret,  help  me  bear 
The  strain  of  toil,  the  fret  of  care. 

2  Help  me  the  slow  of  heart  to  move 
By  some  clear,  winning  word  of  love  ; 
Teach  me  the  wayward  feet  to  stay, 
And  guide  them  in  the  homeward  way. 

3  Teach  me  Thy  patience ;  still  with  Thee 
In  closer,  dearer  company, 

In  work  that  keeps  faith  sweet  and  strong, 
In  trust  that  triumphs  over  wrong. 

4  In  hope  that  sends  a  shining  ray 

Far  down  the  future's  broadening  way, 
In  peace  that  only  Thou  canst  give, 
With  Thee,  O  Master,  let  me  live. 

W.  Gladden. 
229  5,6,8,5,5,8. 

FAIREST  Lord  Jesus, 

Kuler  of  all  nature, 
O  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son, 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thou,  my  soul's  glory,  joy,  and  crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 

Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 
Kobed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring  ; 

Jesus  is  fairer,  Jesus  is  purer, 
Who  makes  the  woful  heart  to  sing. 


PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  178 

3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 

Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 
And  all  the  twinkling,  starry  host  ; 

Jesus  shines  brighter,  Jesus  shines  purer 
Than  all  the  angels  heaven  can  boast. 

Anon.  (German).     Tr.  £.  S.  Willis. 

230  c  M- 

IMMORTAL  love,  for  ever  full, 

For  ever  flowing  free, 
For  ever  shared,  for  ever  whole, 

A  never  ebbing  sea ! 

2  Our  outward  lips  confess  the  name 

All  other  names  above ; 
Love  only  knoweth  whence  it  came, 
And  comprehendeth  love. 

3  We  may  not  climb  the  heavenly  steeps 

To  bring  the  Lord  Christ  down  ; 

In  vain  we  search  the  lowest  deeps, 

For  Him  no  depths  can  drown. 

4  But  warm,  sweet,  tender,  even  yet 

A  present  help  is  He  ; 
And  faith  has  still  its  Olivet, 
And  love  its  Galilee. 

5  The  healing  of  His  seamless  dress 

Is  by  our  beds  of  pain  ; 
We  touch  Him  in  life's  throng  and  press, 
And  we  are  whole  again. 

6  Thro'  Him  the  first  fond  prayers  are  said 

Our  lips  of  childhood  frame, 
The  last  low  whispers  of  our  dead 
Are  burdened  with  His  name. 


174  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

7  O  Lord,  and  Master  of  us  all ! 
Whate'er  our  name  or  sign, 
We  own  Thy  sway,  we  hear  Thy  call, 
We  test  our  lives  by  Thine. 

J.  a.  Whittter. 

231  c- M- 81- 

I  HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

u  Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down  and  drink,   and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream ; 
My  thirst  was  queneh'd,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"I  am  this  dark  world's  light; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  star,  my  sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

H.  JBonar. 


232 


C.  M. 


THERE  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear ; 

I  love  to  sing  its  worth ; 
It  sounds  like  music  in  mine  ear, 

The  sweetest  name  on  earth. 


PRAYER  AND  PRAISE.  175 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

Who  died  to  set  me  free  ; 
It  tells  me  of  His  precious  blood, 
The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

3  It  tells  of  one  whose  loving  heart 

Can  feel  my  deepest  woe, 
Who  in  my  sorrow  bears  a  part 
That  none  can  bear  below. 

4  Jesus !  the  name  I  love  so  well, 

The  name  I  love  to  hear ; 
No  saint  on  earth  its  worth  can  tell, 
No  heart  conceive  how  dear. 

5  This  name  shall  shed  its  fragrance  still 

Along  this  thorny  road, 
Shall  sweetly  smooth  the  rugged  hill 
That  leads  me  up  to  God. 

6  And    there,   with    all    the    blood-bought 

throng, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
I'll  sing  the  new  eternal  song 
Of  Jesus'  love  to  me. 

F.  Whitfield. 

233  °  M 

THOU  art  the  Way,  to  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee, 

And  he,  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  Him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  ;  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life;  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those,  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 


176  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ; 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know, 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

G.  W.  Doane. 

234  c- M- 

BEHOLD,  where  in  a  mortal  form, 
Appears  each  grace  divine ; 

The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  'Mid  keen  reproach  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! " 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide ; 

His  image  may  we  bear ; 
Oh,  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 

W .  Enfield. 


235 


C.  M. 


WHAT  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 

Around  Thy  steps  below  ; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 

Thy  life  and  death  of  woe  ! 


PRAYER   AND  PRAISE.  177 

2  For  ever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee, 

Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 
Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 

In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
That  gentleness  and  grace  which  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

E.  Denny. 

236  °  M 

OH,  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay, 
Yet  't  was  the  Lord's  abode ; 

Our  feet  may  mourn  this  thorny  way, 
Yet  here  Emmanuel  trod. 

2  This  fleshly  robe  the  Lord  did  wear; 

This  watch  the  Lord  did  keep ; 
These  burdens  sore  the  Lord  did  bear, 
These  tears  the  Lord  did  weep. 

3  Our  very  frailty  brings  us  near 

Unto  the  Lord  of  heaven  ; 
To  every  grief,  to  every  tear 
Such  glory  strange  is  given. 

4  But  not  this  fleshly  robe  alone 

Shall  link  us,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Not  only  in  the  tear  and  groan 
Shall  the  dear  kindred  be. 


178  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

5  We  shall  be  reckoned  for  Thine  own 

Because  Thy  heaven  we  share, 

Because  we  sing  around  Thy  throne 

And  Thy  bright  raiment  wear. 

T.  H.  GUI 

237  c- M- 

LORD,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be, 

And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear, 
Like  Thee  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel, 

Our  earthliness  refine, 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell, 
As  free  and  true  as  Thine. 

4  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief-s  dark  day  come  on, 
We,  in  our  turn,  would  meekly  cry, 
Father,  Thy  will  be  done ! 

5  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 

J.  H.  Gurney. 

238  L- M-  6L 

O  LOVE,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 
The  image  of  Thy  Godhead  here ; 

Who  soughtest  me  with  tender  care 
Through  all  my  wanderings  wild  and 
drear ; 

O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 

Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 


PRAYER  AND  PRAISE.  179 

2  O  Love,  who  ere  life's  earliest  dawn 

On  me  Thy  choice  hast  gently  laid ; 
O  Love,  who  here  as  man  wast  born, 

And  wholly  like  to  us  wast  made ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

3  O  Love,  who  once  in  time  wast  slain, 

Pierced  thro'  and  thro'  with  bitter  woe; 
O  Love,  who  wrestling  thus  didst  gain, 

That  we  eternal  joy  might  know ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

4  O  Love,  who  lovest  me  for  aye, 

Who  for  my  soul  dost  ever  plead ; 
O  Love,  who  didst  my  ransom  pay, 

Whose  power  sufficeth  in  my  stead ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

5  O  Love,  who  once  shalt  bid  me  rise 

From  out  this  dying  life  of  ours ; 
O  Love,  who  once  o'er  yonder  skies 

Shalt  set  me  in  the  fadeless  bowers  ; 
O  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

/.  Scheffler.    Tr.  C.  WinJcivorth. 

239  L- M- 61- 

OH,  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  Thou  Light  of  light, 

Oh,  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe, 

So  meek,  so  lowly,  yet  so  high, 

So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

2  O  wondrous  Lord,  our  souls  would  be 
Still  more  and  more  conformed  to  Thee; 
Would  lose  the  pride,  the  taint  of  sin, 
That  burns  these  fevered  veins  within ; 


160  JESUS   CHRIST   THE  SON. 

And  learn  of  Thee,  the  lowly  one, 
And  like  Thee  all  our  journey  run. 

3  Oh,  grant  us  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  the  footsteps  of  our  God ; 
That  when  Thou  shalt  appear,  arrayed 
In  light  to  judge  the  quick  and  dead, 
We  may  to  life  immortal  soar, 
Through  Thee,  who  livest  evermore. 

A.  C.  Coxe.    Revised. 


240 


C.  M.  81. 


OH,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

Oh,  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 

The  dead  their  slumbers  break  ? 
The  palsied  rise  in  freedom  strong, 

The  dumb  men  talk  and  sing, 
And  from  blind  eyes,  benighted  long, 

Bright  beams  of  morning  spring. 

2  Oh,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea? 

Oh,  where  is  He  that  spake  ? 
And  piercing  words  of  liberty, 

The  deaf  ears  open  shake? 
And  mildest  words  arrest  the  haste 

Of  fever's  deadly  fire, 
And  strong  ones  heal  the  weak  who  waste 

Their  life  in  sad  desire. 

3  Oh,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

Oh,  where  is  He  that  spake  ? 
And  dark  waves,  rolling  heavily, 

A  glassy  smoothness  take ; 
And  lepers,  whose  own  flesh  has  been 

A  solitary  grave, 
See  with  amaze  that  they  are  clean, 

And  cry,  'tis  He  can  save. 


PRAYER  AND  PRAISE.  181 

4  Oh,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea  ? 

'Tis  only  He  can  save  ; 
To  thousands  hungering  wearily, 

A  wondrous  meal  He  gave  : 
Full  soon,  with  food  celestial  fed, 

Their  mystic  fare  they  take  ; 
'Twas  springtide  when  He  blest  the  bread, 

And  harvest  when  He  brake. 

5  Oh,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea? 

My  soul,  the  Lord  is  here  : 
Let  all  thy  fears  be  hushed  in  thee ; 

To  leap,  to  look,  to  hear, 
Be  thine  :  thy  needs  He'll  satisfy ; 

Art  thou  diseased,  or  dumb? 
Or  dost  thou  in  thy  hunger  cry? 

"I  come,"  saith  Christ,  "I  come." 

T.  T.  Lynch. 

241  c.  M.  si. 

THINE  arm,  O  Lord,  in  days  of  old 

Was  strong  to  heal  and  save ; 
It  triumphed  o'er  disease  and  death, 

O'er  darkness  and  the  grave. 
To  Thee  they  went,  the  blind,  the  dumb, 

The  palsied  and  the  lame, 
The  leper  with  his  tainted  life, 

The  sick  with  fevered  frame. 

2  And  lo  !  Thy  touch  brought  life  and  health, 

Gave  speech,  and  strength,  and  sight ; 
And  youth  renewed  and  frenzy  calmed 

Owned  Thee,  the  Lord  of  light. 
And  now,  O  Lord,  be  near  to  bless, 

Almighty  as  of  yore, 
In  crowded  street,  by  restless  couch, 

As  by  Gennesaret's  shore. 


182  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

3  Though  love  and  might  no  longer  heal 

By  touch,  or  word,  or  look ; 
Though  they  who  do  Thy  work  must  read 

Thy  laws  in  nature's  book ; 
Yet  come  to  heal  the  sick  man's  soul, 

Come,  cleanse  the  leprous  taint, 
Give  joy  and  peace,  where  all  is  strife, 

And  strength,  where  all  is  faint. 

4  Be  Thou  our  great  deliverer  still, 

Thou  Lord  of  life  and  death, 
Restore  and  quicken,  soothe  and  bless 

With  Thine  almighty  breath. 
To  hands  that  work  and  eyes  that  see, 

Give  wisdom's  heavenly  lore, 
That  whole  and  sick,  and  weak  and  strong, 

May  praise  Thee  evermore. 

E.  H.  Plumptre. 

24:2  L- M- 61- 

WE  saw  Thee  not  when  Thou  didst  come 
To  this  poor  world  of  sin  and  death, 

Nor  e'er  beheld  Thy  cottage-home 
In  that  despised  Nazareth  ; 

But  we  believe  Thy  foot-steps  trod 

Its  streets  and  plains,  Thou  Son  of  God. 

2  We  did  not  see  Thee  lifted  high 

Amid  that  wild  and  savage  crew, 
Nor  heard  Thy  meek,  imploring  cry : 

*  *  Forgive,  they  know  not  what  they  do  !  " 
Yet  we  believe  the  deed  was  done 
Which  shook  the  earth  and  veiled  the  sun. 

3  We  stood  not  by  the  empty  tomb 

Where  late  Thy  sacred  body  lay, 
Nor  sat  within  that  upper  room, 

Nor  met  Thee  in  the  open  way; 
But  we  believe  that  angels  said, 
uWhy  seek  the  living  with  the  dead?" 


PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  183 

4  We  did  not  mark  the  chosen  few, 

"When  Thou  didst  thro'  the  clouds  ascend, 
First  lift  to  heaven  their  wondering  view, 

Then  to  the  earth  all  prostrate  bend ; 
Yet  we  believe  that  mortal  eyes 
Beheld  that  journey  to  the  skies. 

5  And  now  that  Thou  dost  reign  on  high, 

And  thence  Thy  waiting  people  bless, 
No  ray  of  glory  from  the  sky 

Doth  shine  upon  our  wilderness ; 
But  we  believe  Thy  faithful  Word, 
And  trust  in  our  redeeming  Lord. 
Unknown  American  Author.    Rewritten  by  H.  J.  Buckoll. 
Afterwards  rewritten  by  J.  H.  Gurney. 

243  L.  M.  ei. 

O  LIGHT,  whose  beams  illumine  all 
From  twilight  dawn  to  perfect  day, 

Shine  Thou  before  the  shadows  fall 
That  lead  our  wandering  feet  astray : 

At  morn  and  eve  Thy  radiance  pour, 

That  youth  may  love,  and  age  adore. 

2  O  Way,  thro'  whom  our  souls  draw  near 

To  yon  eternal  home  of  peace, 
Where  perfect  love  shall  cast  out  fear, 

And  earth's  vain  toil  and  wand'ring  cease; 
In  strength  or  weakness  may  we  see 
Our  heavenward  path,  O  Lord,  thro'  Thee. 

3  0  Truth,  before  whose  shrine  we  bowr 

Thou  priceless  pearl  for  all  who  seek, 
To  Thee  our  earliest  strength  we  vow, 

Thy  love  will  bless  the  pure  and  meek ; 
When  dreams  or  mists  beguile  our  sight, 
Turn  Thou  our  darkness  into  light. 


184  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  O  Life,  the  well  that  ever  flows 

To  slake  the  thirst  of  those  that  faint, 
Thy  power  to  bless  what  seraph  knows  ? 

Thy  joy  supreme  what  words  can  paint  ? 
In  earth's  last  hour  of  fleeting  breath 
Be  Thou  our  conqueror  over  death. 

5  O  Light,  0  Way,  O  Truth,  O  Life, 

O  Jesus,  born  mankind  to  save, 
Give  Thou  Thy  peace  in  deadliest  strife, 

Shed  Thou  Thy  calm  on  stormiest  wave  ; 
Be  Thou  our  hope,  our  joy,  our  dread, 
Lord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

E.  H.  Plumptre. 

24-4.  6s,  4s.  81. 

FIERCE  was  the  wild  billow, 

Dark  was  the  night, 
Oars  labored  heavily, 

Foam  glimmered  white ; 
Trembled  the  mariners, 

Peril  was  nigh ; 
Then  said  the  God  of  God, 

"Peace!     It  is  I !  " 

2  Ridge  of  the  mountain-wave, 

Lower  thy  crest ; 
Wail  of  the  stormy  wind, 

Be  thou  at  rest ; 
Peril  there  none  can  be, 

Sorrow  must  fly, 
.  Where  saith  the  Light  of  Light, 

"Peace!    It  is  I!" 

3  Jesus,  deliverer, 

Come  Thou  to  me  ; 
Soothe  Thou  my  voyaging 
Over  life's  sea. 


PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  135 

Thou,  when  the  storm  of  death 

Koars,  sweeping  by, 
Whisper,  O  Truth  of  Truth, 

" Peace!  It  is  I!" 

Anatolius.  Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


245 


6,6,4,6,6,6,4 


JESUS,  Thy  name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Oh,  Thou  art  all  to  me  ; 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  son  of  God, 

Hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
How  mighty  is  Thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above, 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

3  When  unto  Thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear, 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near? 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

4  Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  ! 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  Thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

J.  G.  Deck. 


186  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

246  L.M.  ei. 

As  OFT,  with  worn  and  weary  feet, 
We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley  o'er, 

The  thought  how  comforting  and  sweet, 
Christ  trod  this  very  path  before ! 

Our  wants  and  weaknesses  He  knows, 

From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

2  Does  sickness,  feebleness,  or  pain 

Or  sorrow  in  our  path  appear? 
The  recollection  will  remain, 

More  deeply  did  He  suffer  here  : 
His  life,  how  truly  sad  and  brief, 
Filled  up  with  suffering  and  with  grief. 

3  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray 

And  whisper  evil  things  within, 
So  did  he,  in  the  desert  way, 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin, 
When  worn  and  in  a  feeble  hour 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

4  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  He  trod, 

With  every  human  ill  but  sin  ; 
And  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now  so  He  has  been. 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 

J.  Edmestort. 

247  s- M- 

GRACE,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  mine  ear ; 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 


PRAYER  AND   PRAISE.  187 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

P.  Doddridge. 
4.g  7s,6s.  With  Refrain. 

ALL  glory,  laud,  and  honor 

To  Thee,  Redeemer,  King, 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 

Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 

Thou  David's  royal  Son, 
Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 

The  King  and  blessed  one. 
All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 

To  Thee,  Redeemer,  King, 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 

Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

3  The  company  of  angels 

Are  praising  Thee  on  high ; 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created,  make  reply. 
All  glory,  etc. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  Thee  went : 
Our  praise  and  prayers  and  anthems 
Before  Thee  we  present. 
All  glory,  etc. 


188  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

5  To  Thee,  before  Thy  passion, 

They  sang  their  hymns  of  praise ; 
To  Thee,  now  high  exalted, 
Our  melody  we  raise. 
All  glory,  etc. 

6  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 
Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 
All  glory,  etc. 

Theodulph.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

249  L  M 

RIDE  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ; 

Hark  !   all  the  tribes  hosanna  cry  ; 

O  Saviour  meek,  pursue  Thy  road 

With  palms  and  scatter'd  garments  strow'd. 

2  Eide  on,  ride  on  in  majesty, 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  : 

O  Christ,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  : 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  : 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  ; 
The  Father,  on  His  sapphire  throne, 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty, 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ; 
Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 
Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

H.  H.  Milman. 


ENTRY  INTO  JERUSALEM. 


250  7s>6s-8L 

OH,  how  shall  I  receive  Thee, 

How  meet  Thee  on  Thy  way, 
Blest  hope  of  every  nation, 

My  soul's  delight  and  stay  ? 
O  Jesus,  Jesus,  give  me 

Now  by  Thine  own  pure  light, 
To  know  whatever  is  pleasing 

And  welcome  in  Thy  sight. 

2  Thy  Zion  palms  is  strewing, 

With  branches  fresh  and  fair ; 
My  soul,  in  praise  awaking, 

Her  anthem  shall  prepare ; 
Perpetual  thanks  and  praises 

Forth  from  my  heart  shall  spring ; 
And  to  Thy  name  the  service 

Of  all  my  powers  I  bring. 

3  Love  caused  Thy  incarnation, 

Love  brought  Thee  down  to  me ; 
Thy  thirst  for  my  salvation 

Procured  my  liberty. 
Oh,  love  beyond  all  telling, 

That  led  Thee  to  embrace, 
In  love  all  love  excelling, 

Our  lost  and  fallen  race  ! 

4  Ye  who,  with  guilty  terror, 

Are  trembling,  fear  no  more  ; 
With  love  and  grace  the  Saviour 

Shall  you  to  hope  restore. 
He  comes,  who  contrite  sinners 
Will  with  the  children  place, 
The  children  of  His  Father, 

The  heirs  of  life  and  grace. 
P.  Gerhardt.      Tr.,  Verses  1,  2,  k,  A.  T.  Rustell;    Verse 
3,  J.  C.  JacoU.    Alt. 


190  JESUS  CHRIST   THE  SON. 

251  7s>6s- 8 

MY  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour ! 

They  take  such  hold  on  me, 
I  am  not  able  to  look  up, 

Save  only,  Christ,  to  Thee. 
In  Thee  is  all  forgiveness, 

In  Thee  abundant  grace  ; 
My  shadow  and  my  sunshine 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face. 

2  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour, 

How  sad  on  Thee  they  fall  ! 
Seen  through  Thy  gentle  patience, 

I  tenfold  feel  them  all. 
I  know  they  are  forgiven ; 

But  still,  their  pain  to  me 
Is  air  the  grief  and  anguish 

They  laid,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour ! 

Their  guilt  I  never  knew 
Till  with  Thee  in  the  desert 

I  near  Thy  passion  drew  ; 
Till  with  Thee  in  the  garden 

I  heard  Thy  pleading  prayer, 
And  saw  the  sweat-drops  bloody 

That  told  Thy  sorrow  there. 

4  Therefore  my  songs,  my  Saviour, 

E'en  in  this  time  of  woe, 
Shall  tell  of  all  Thy  goodness 

To  suffering  man  below ; 
Thy  goodness  and  Thy  favor, 

Whose  presence  from  above 
Makes  glad  those  hearts,  my  Saviour, 

That  live  in  Thee  and  love. 

J.  S.  B.  MonseU. 


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PASSION  AND  CRUCIFIXION.  191 


L.  M. 


O  SAVING  victim,  opening  wide 
The  gate  of  heav'n  to  men  below, 

Our  foes  press  on  from  every  side ; 
Thine  aid  supply,  Thy  strength  bestow. 

2  All  thanks  and  praise  to  Thee  ascend 
For  evermore,  blest  One  in  Three  ; 
Oh,  grant  us  life  that  shall  not  end, 
In  our  true  native  land  with  Thee. 

T.  Aquinas.    Tr.  E.  Caswall. 


253 


L.  M. 


O  THOU,  who  in  the  pains  of  death 
Art  yielding  up  Thy  parting  breath, 
Teach  us  to  fix  our  eyes  on  Thee 
Uplifted  on  the  healing  tree. 

2  To  gaze  on  Thee  in  suffering 

Shall  heal  the  serpent's  deadly  sting ; 
For  Thou  art  God,  nailed  there  to  give 
This  healing  grace  :   we  look  and  live. 

3  There  sons  for  glory  Thou  dost  gain, 
There  martyrs  for  their  triumph  train, 
There  stablish  Thy  most  Holy  Faith 
By  love's  best  evidence,  Thy  death. 

4  And  from  the  earth  uplifted  high, 
A  King,  enthroned  in  majesty, 

Thine  arms  Thou  spreadest  on  the  tree, 
And  drawest  all  men  unto  Thee. 

5  O  Crucified,  we  cleave  to  Thee, 
And  Thou  shalt  our  salvation  be ; 
Thy  cross,  our  only  hope  and  pride, 
Shall  ever  in  our  hearts  abide. 

C.  Coffin.     Tr.  W.  Cooke. 


192  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 


254  L- M- 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

/.  Watts. 

255  L-M- 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone  ; 

'Tis  midnight,  in  the  garden,  now, 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight,  and  from  all  removed, 

Emmanuel  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight,  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  sorrow  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 


PASSION  AND  CRUCIFIXION.  193 

• 

4  'Tis  midnight,  and  from  heavenly  plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

W.  B.  Tappan. 

256  .  7s>6s-  8L 

O  SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down, 

Now  scornfully  surrounded 
•  With  thorns,  Thine  only  crown  ; 

O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 
What  bliss,  till  now  was  Thine  ! 

Yet,  tho'  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  Thee  mine. 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here,  I  fall,  my  Saviour  ! 

'T  is  I  deserve  Thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken, 

Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  Thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring, 

I'd  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 

4  What  language  shall  I  borrow, 

To  thank  Thee,  dearest  friend. 
For  this  Thy  dying  sorrow, 
Thy  pity  without  end£ 


194  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

Oh  make  me  Thme  forever ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

5  And  when  I  am  departing, 

Oh,  part  not  Thou  from  me  ; 
When  mortal  pangs  are  darting, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ; 
And  when  my  heart  must  languish 

Amidst  the  final  throe, 
Release  me  from  mine  anguish, 

By  Thine  own  pain  and  woe. 

6  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying, 

Oh,  show  Thy  cross  to  me  ; 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free. 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he,  who  dies  believing, 
Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.     Tr.  P.  Gerhardt. 
J.  W.  Alexander. 


257 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  SACRED  Head  surrounded 

By  crown  of  piercing  thorn, 
O  bleeding  Head,  so  wounded, 

Reviled  and  put  to  scorn, 
Death's  pallid  hue  comes  o'er  Thee, 

The  glow  of  life  decays  ; 
Yet  angel-hosts  adore  Thee, 

And  tremble  as  they  gaze. 

2  I  see  Thy  strength  and  vigor, 

All  fading  in  the  strife. 

And  death  with  cruel  rigor, 

Bereaving  Thee  of  life  ; 


PASSION  AND  CRUCIFIXION.  195 


O  agony  and  dying  ! 

O  love  to  sinners  free  ! 
Jesus,  all  grace  supplying, 

Oh,  turn  Thy  face  on  me ! 

3  In  this,  Thy  bitter  passion, 

Good  Shepherd,  think  of  me 
With  Thy  most  sweet  compassion, 

Unworthy  though  I  be  ; 
Beneath  Thy  cross  abiding 

For  ever  would  I  rest, 
In  Thy  dear  love  confiding, 

And  with  Thy  presence  blest. 

4  Be  near  when  I  am  dying ; 

Oh,  show  Thy  cross  to  me  ; 
And  to  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free. 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he,  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely,  through  Thy  love. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux.     Tr.  H.  W.  Baker. 

258  L  M 

LORD  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar, 
And  gaze  upon  Thy  holy  cross, 

In  love  of  Thee,  and  scorn  of  self, 
Oh,  may  we  count  the  world  as  loss ! 

2  When  we  behold  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 

And  the  rough  way  that  Thou  hast  trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God. 

3  O  holy  Lord,  uplifted  high, 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal  woe, 
Embracing  in  Thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below  ; 


1%  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see, 
And  in  the  mystery  of  Thy  death 
Draw  us  and  all  men  unto  Thee. 

w.  W.  HOW. 

259  L  M 

NATURE,  with  open  volume,  stands 
To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad  ; 

And  every  labor  of  His  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But,  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh,  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 

Where  my  Redeemer  loved  and  died ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  His  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

4  ]*  would  forever  speak  His  name 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  His  Father's  throne. 

/.  Watts. 

260  L  M 

WE  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 
Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross ; 

The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see 

In  shining  letters,  God  is  love ; 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree, 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 


PASSION  AND  CRUCIFIXION.  197 

3  The  cross,  it  takes  our  guilt  away, 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up, 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight, 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 
And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure,  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 
The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

T.  Kelly. 

261  L  M 

OH,  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile, 
And  tarry  here  the  cross  beside  ; 

Oh  come,  together  let  us  mourn, 
Jesus  our  Lord  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 

While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride? 
Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  Seven  times  He  spake,  seven  words  of  love, 

And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  O  love  of  God !    O  sin  of  man  ! 

In  this  dread  act  your  strength  is  tried, 
And  victory  remains  with  love, 
For  Thou  our  Lord  art  crucified ! 

F.  W.Faber. 


198  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

267  8,8,7,8,8,7. 

NEAR  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping, 
There  her  mournful  station  keeping, 

Gazing  on  her  dying  Son  ; 
There,  in  speechless  anguish  groaning, 
Yearning,  trembling,  sighing,  moaning, 

Through  her  soul  the  sword  had  gone. 

2  What  He  for  His  people  suffered, 
Stripes  and  scoffs  and  insults  offered, 

His  fond  mother  saw  the  whole  ; 
Never  from  the  scene  retiring 
Till  He  bowed  His  head,  expiring, 

And  to  God  breathed  out  His  soul. 

3  But  we  have  no  need  to  borrow 
Motives  from  the  mother's  sorrow, 

At  our  Saviour's  cross  to  mourn  ; 
'T  was  our  sins  brought  Him  from  heaven  ; 
These  the  cruel  nails  had  driven  ; 

All  His  griefs  for  us  were  borne. 

4  When  no  eye  its  pity  gave  us, 
When  there  was  no  arm  to  save  us, 

He  His  love  and  power  displayed, 
By  His  stripes  He  wrought  our  healing ; 
By  His  death,  our  life  revealing, 

He  for  us  the  ransom  paid. 

5  Jesus,  may  Thy  love  constrain  us, 
That  from  sin  we  may  refrain  us, 

In  Thy  griefs  may  deeply  grieve ; 
Thee  our  best  affections  giving, 
To  Thy  glory  ever  living, 

May  we  in  Thy  glory  live. 

Jacobus  da  Todi.    Tr.  J.  W.  Alexander. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  199 

£63  8,8,7,8,8,7. 

DARKLY  rose  the  guilty  morning, 
When,  the  King  of  glory  scorning, 

Raged  the  fierce  Jerusalem ; 
See  the  Christ,  His  cross  upbearing, 
See  Him  stricken,  spit  on,  wearing 

The  thorn-platted  diadem. 

2  Not  the  crowd  whose  cries  assailed  Him, 
Nor  the  hands  that  rudely  nailed  Him, 

Slew  Him  on  the  cursed  tree  ; 
Ours    the    sin    from    heaven    that    called 

Him, 
Ours  the  sin  whose  burden  galled  Him 

In  the  sad  Gethsemane. 

3  For  our  sins,  of  glory  emptied, 

He  was  fasting,  lone,  and  tempted, 

He  was  slain  on  Calvary ; 
Yet  He  for  His  murderers  pleaded  ; 
Lord,  by  us  that  prayer  is  needed, 

We  have  pierced,  yet  trust  in  Thee. 

4  In  our  wealth  and  tribulation, 

By  Thy  precious  cross  and  passion, 

By  Thy  blood  and  agony, 
By  Thy  glorious  resurrection, 
By  Thy  Holy  Ghost's  protection. 

Make  us  Thine  eternally. 

J.  Anstice. 

264  L  M 

O  JESUS,  crucified  for  man, 

O  Lamb,  all-glorious  on  Thy  throne, 
Teach  Thou  our  wondering  souls  to  scan 

The  mystery  of  Thy  love  unknown. 


200  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

2  We  pray  Thee,  grant  us  strength  to  take 

Our  daily  cross,  whate'er  it  be, 

And  gladly  for  Thine  own  dear  sake 

In  paths  of  pain  to  follow  Thee. 

3  As  on  our  daily  way  we  go, 

Thro'  light  or  shade,  in  calm  or  strife, 
Oh,  may  we  bear  Thy  marks  below 
In  conquered  sin  and  chastened  life. 

4  And  week  by  week  this  day  we  ask 

That  holy  memories  of  Thy  cross 
May  sanctify  each  common  task, 
And  turn  to  gain  each  earthly  loss. 

5  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  our  cross  to  bear 

Till  at  Thy  feet  we  lay  it  down, 
Win  thro'  Thy  blood  our  pardon  there, 
And  thro'  the  cross  attain  the  crown. 

w.  w.  HOW. 


265 


7s. 


FORTY  days  and 'forty  nights 
Thou  wast  fasting  in  the  wild  ; 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 
Tempted,  and  yet  undeflled. 

2  Shall  not  we  Thy  sorrow  share. 

And  from  earthly  joys  abstain, 
Fasting  with  unceasing  prayer, 
Glad  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain  ? 

3  And  if  Satan,  vexing  sore, 

Flesh  or  spirit  should  assail, 
Thou,  his  vanquisher  before, 
Grant  we  may  not  faint  or  fail. 

4  So  shall  we  have  peace  divine, 

Holier  gladness  ours  shall  be  ; 
Round  us,  too,  shall  angels  shine, 
Such  as  ministered  to  Thee. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  201 

5  Keep,  oh  keep  us,  Saviour  dear, 

Ever  constant  by  Thy  side, 

That  with  Thee  we  may  appear 

At  the  eternal  Easter-tide. 

G.  H.  Smyttan. 

266  L  M 

THE  royal  banners  forward  go, 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow, 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid. 

2  There  whilst  He  hung,  His  sacred  side 
By  soldier's  spear  was  opened  wide 
To  cleanse  us  in  the  precious  flood 

Of  water  mingled  with  His  blood. 

3  Fulfilled  is  all  that  David  told 
In  true  prophetic  song  of  old, 

How  God  the  nations'  King  should  be  ; 
For  God  is  reigning  from  the  tree. 

4  O  tree  of  glory,  tree  most  fair, 
Ordained  those  holy  limbs  to  bear, 
How  bright  in  purple  robe  it  stood, 
The  purple  of  a  Saviour's  blood ! 

5  Upon  its  arms,  so  widely  flung, 

The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung, 
The  ransom  He  alone  could  pay, 
Despoiling  Satan  of  his  prey. 

6  To  Thee,  eternal  Three  in  One, 
Let  homage  meet  by  all  be  done : 
As  by  the  cross  Thy  dost  restore, 
So  rule  and  guide  us  evermore. 

V.  Fvrtunatus.    Tr.  J,  M.  Neale. 


JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 


267  L- M- 

'T  is  finished  !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bowed  His  head  and  died  : 
T  is  finished  !  yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'T  is  finished  !  all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
In  Me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  T  is  finished  !  this  My  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  ; 
Millions  shall  be  redeemed  from  death, 
By  this  My  last  expiring  breath. 

4  'T  is  finished  !  let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 

'T  is  finished  !  let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

S.  Stennett. 

268  6s'5s 

GLORY  be  to  Jesus, 

Who  in  bitter  pains 
Poured  for  ine  the  life-blood 

From  His  sacred  veins. 

2  Grace  and  life  eternal 

In  that  blood  I  find, 
Blest  be  His  compassion, 
Infinitely  kind. 

3  Blest  through  endless  ages 

Be  the  precious  stream, 

Which  from  sin  and  sorrow 

Doth  the  world  redeem. 


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4  Abel's  blood  for  vengeance 

Pleaded  to  the  skies ; 

But  the  blood  of  Jesus 

For  our  pardon  dries. 

5  Oft  as  earth  exulting 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high, 
Angel  hosts,  rejoicing, 
Make  their  glad  reply. 

6  Lift  ye  then  your  voices, 

Swell  the  mighty  flood, 
Louder  still  and  louder, 

Praise  the  precious  blood. 
Anon.  (Italian,  18th  Cent.}    Tr.  E.  Caswall. 

269  7s,6s.  81. 

O  JESUS,  we  adore  Thee, 
Upon  the  cross,  our  King  ; 

We  bow  our  hearts  before  Thee  ; 
.     Thy  gracious  name  we  sing  ; 

That  name  hath  brought  salvation, 
That  name,  in  life  our  stay, 

Our  peace,  our  consolation, 
When  life  shall  fade  away. 

2  Yet  doth  the  world  disdain  Thee, 

Still  pressing  by  Thy  cross. 
Lord,  may  our  hearts  retain  Thee, 

Counting  all  else  but  Joss. 
The  grief  Thy  soul  endured, 

Who  can  that  grief  declare? 
Thy  pains  have  thus  assured 

that  Thou  Thy  foes  wilt  spare. 

3  Ah,  Lord,  our  sins  arraigned  Thee, 

And  nailed  Thee  to  the  tree. 
Our  pride,  O  Lord,  disdained  Thee, 
Yet  deign  our  hope  to  be. 


204  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

O  glorious  King,  we  bless  Thee, 
No  longer  pass  Thee  by  ; 

O  Jesus,  we  confess  Thee 
Our  Lord  enthroned  on  high. 
A.  T. 

270 


0.  M. 


ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die, 

Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity,  grace  unknown, 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  His  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  His  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

I.  Walts. 


271 


C.  M. 


THERE  is  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 

Who  died  to  save  us  all. 


PASSION  AND  CRUCIFIXION.  205 

2  We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell, 

What  pains  He  had  to  bear, 
But  we  believe  it  was  for  us 
He  hung  and  suffered  there. 

3  He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 

He  died  to  make  us  good, 
That  we  might  go  at  last  to  heaven, 
Saved  by  His  precious  blood. 

4  There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  price  of  sin, 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 
Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

5  Oh,  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved ! 

And  we  must  love  Him,  too, 
And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood, 
And  try  His  works  to  do. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

272  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

HARK  !   the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ; 
It  is  finished  ! 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finished !     Oh  what  pleasure 

Do  those  gracious  words  afford  ; 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finished  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
Finished,  all  that  God  had  promised, 


206  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe. 

It  is  finished ! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  glorious  theme  ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Emmanuel's  name. 

Alleluia  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

J.  Evans. 


273 


8s,  7s, 


IN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Tow'ring  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo  !   it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming, 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  : 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

J.  Bowring. 


PASSION  AND   CRUCIFIXION.  207 


274 


7s.  61. 


Go  TO  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned ; 
Oh,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

Oh,  the  pangs  His  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame  or  loss, 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb, 

There,  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete  ; 
"It  is  finished,"  hear  the  cry, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom, 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen !    He  meets  our  eyes. 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

J.  Montgomery. 


275 


7s.  61. 


THRONED  upon  the  awful  treey 
King  of  grief,  I  watch  with  Thee  : 
Darkness  veils  Thine  anguished  face, 
None  its  lines  of  woe  can  trace, 
None  can  tell  what  pangs  unknown 
Hold  Thee  silent  and  alone. 


208  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

2  Silent  through  those  three  dread  hours, 
Wrestling  with  the  evil  powers, 

Left  alone  with  human  sin, 
Gloom  around  Thee  and  within, 
Till  th'  appointed  time  is  nigh, 
Till  the  Lamb  of  God  may  die. 

3  Hark  that  cry  that  peals  aloud 
Upward  through  the  whelming  cloud ! 
Thou,  the  Father's  only  Son, 

Thou,  His  own  anointed  one, 
Thou  dost  ask  Him,  can  it  be  ? 
' 'Why  hast  Thou  forsaken  me?" 

4  Lord,  should  fear  the  anguish  roll 
Darkly  o'er  my  sinful  soul, 
Thou,  who  once  wast  thus  bereft 
That  Thine  own  might  ne'er  be  left, 
Teach  me  by  that  bitter  cry 

In  the  gloom  to  know  Thee  nigh. 

J.  Ellerton. 

276  7s-61- 

JESUS,  Master,  whose  I  am, 
Purchased  Thine  alone  to  be, 

By  Thy  blood,  O  spotless  Lamb, 
Shed  so  willingly  for  me, 

Let  my  heart  be  all  Thine  own, 

Let  me  live  to  Thee  alone. 

2  Other  lords  have  long  held  sway, 

Now  Thy  name  alone  to  bear, 
Thy  dear  voice  alone  obey, 

Is  my  daily,  hourly  prayer; 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 
Nothing  else  my  joy  can  be. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  I  am  Thine ; 

Keep  me  faithful,  keep  me  near ; 
Let  Thy  presence  in  me  shine 
All  my  homeward  way  to  cheer. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  209 

Jesus,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
Oh,  be  Thou  my  all  in  all.. 

P.  E.  Havergal. 


277 


S.  M. 


O  PERFECT  life  of  love ! 

All,  all  is  finished  now, 
All  that  He  left 'His  throne  above 

To  do  for  us  below. 

2  No  work  is  left  undone 

Of  all  the  Father  willed  ; 
His  toil,  His  sorrows,  one  by  one, 
The  Scripture  have  fulfilled. 

3  No  pain  that  we  can  share 

But  He  has  felt  its  smart ; 
All  forms  of  human  grief  and  care 
Have  pierced  that  tender  heart. 

4  And  on  His  thorn-crowned  head, 

And  on  His  sinless-  soul, 
Our  sins  in  all  their  guilt  were  laid, 
That  He  might  make  us  whole. 

5  In  perfect  love  He  dies, 

For  me  He  dies,  for  me  : 
O  all-atoning  Sacrifice, 
I  cling  by  faith  to  Thee. 

6  In  every  time  of  need, 

Before  the  judgment-throne, 
Thy  work,  O  Lamb  of  God,  I'll  plead, 
Thy  merits,  not  my  own. 

7  Yet  work,  O  Lord,  in  me, 

As  Thou  for  me  hast  wrought, 
And  let  my  love  the  answer  be 
To  grace  Thy  love  has  brought. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


210  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 


278  o.  M. 

To  CALVARY,  Lord,  in  spirit,  now, 

Our  weary  souls  repair; 
To  dwell  upon  Thy  dying  love 

And  taste  its  sweetness  there. 

2  Sweet  resting-place  of  every  heart 

That  feels  the  plague  of  sin, 
.     Yet  knows  that  deep  mysterious  joy, 
The  peace  of  God  within. 

3  There,  thro'  Thine  hour  of  deepest  woe, 

Thy  suffering  spirit  passed  ; 
Grace  there  its  wondrous  victory  gained, 
And  love  endured  its  last. 

4  Dear  suffering  Lamb,  Thy  bleeding  wounds, 

With  cords  of  love  divine 
Have  drawn  our  willing  hearts  to  Thee, 
And  linked  our  life  with  Thine. 

5  Thy  sympathies  atid  hopes  are  ours  : 

Dear  Lord,  we  wait  to  see 
Creation,  all  below,  above, 
Redeemed  and  blest  by  Thee. 

6  Our  longing  eyes  would  fain  behold 

That  bright  and  blessed  brow. 
Once  wrung  with  bitterest  anguish,  wear 
Its  crown  of  glory  now. 

E.  Denny. 

279  8s'7s- 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend, 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  211 

2  Here  I  rest,  for  ever  viewing 

Mercy's  stream  in  streams  of  blood  ; 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  Cross  to  lie, 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Pleading  in  His  languid  eye. 

4  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much  ?    I've  much  forgiven, — 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Lord,  in  loving  contemplation 

Fix  my  heart  and  eyes  on  Thee, 
Till  I  taste  Thy  full  salvation, 
And  Thine  unveiled  glories  see. 

W.  Shirley.     Verse  5,  Cook  and  Webb. 

280  °  M 

O  THOU,  th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
We  worship  Thee,  whose  head  is  bowed 

In  agony  and  pain. 

2  None  tread  with  Thee  Thine  awful  path, 

Thou  sufferest  alone  ; 
Thine  is  the  perfect  sacrifice 
Which  only  can  atone. 

3  Thou  Great  High  Priest,  Thy  glory-robes 

To-day  are  laid  aside, 
And  human  sorrows,  Son  of  Man, 
Thy  Godhead  seem  to  hide. 

4  The  cross  is  sharp,  but  in  Thy  woe 

This  is  the  lightest  part ; 
Our  sin  it  is  which  pierces  Thee, 
And  breaks  Thy  sacred  heart. 


312  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

5  Who  love  Thee  most,  at  Thy  dear  cross, 

Will  truest,  Lord,  abide  ; 
-  Make  Thou  that  cross  our  only  hope, 
O  Jesus  crucified  ! 

w.  c.  Dix. 


281 


7s. 


SEE  the  destined  day  arise  ! 
See  a  willing  sacrifice  ! 
Jesus  to  redeem  our  loss, 
Hangs  upon  the  shameful  cross. 

2  Jesus,  who  but  Thou  had  borne, 
Lifted  on  that  tree  of  scorn, 
Every  pang  and  bitter  throe, 
Finishing  Thy  life  of  woe? 

3  Who  but  Thou  had  dared  to  drain 
Steeped  in  gall  the  cup  of  pain, 
And  with  tender  body  bear 

Thorns,  and  nails,  and  piercing  spear? 

4  Thence  the  cleansing  water  flowed, 
Mingled  from  Thy  side  with  blood, 
Sign  to  all  attesting  eyes 

Of  the  finished  sacrifice. 

5  Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  grace, 
In  that  sacrifice  to  place 

All  our  trust  for  life  renewed, 
Pardoned  sin,  and  promised  good. 

V.  H.  C.  Fortunatus.    Par.  R.  Mant. 

7s.  61. 


282 


EVER  patient,  gentle,  meek, 
Holy  Saviour,  was  Thy  mind ; 

Vainly  in  myself  I  seek 

Likeness  to  my  Lord  to  find  ; 

Yet  that  mind  which  was  in  Thee 

May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  213 

2  Days  of  toil,  'mid  throngs  of  men, 

Vexed  not,  ruffled  not  Thy  soul ; 
Still  collected,  calm,  serene, 

Thou  each  feeling  couldst  control : 
Lord,  that  mind  which  was  in  Thee 
May  be,  must  be  formed  in  me. 

3  Though  such  griefs  were  Thine  to  bear, 

For  each  sufferer  Thou  couldst  feel, 
Every  mourner's  burden  share, 

Every  wounded  spirit  heal : 
Saviour,  let  Thy  grace  in  me 
Form  that  mind  which  was  in  Thee. 

4  When  my  pain  is  most  intense, 

Let  Thy  cross  my  lesson  prove ; 
Let  me  hear  Thee,  ev'n  from  thence, 

Breathing  words  of  peace  and  love  : 
Saviour,  let  Thy  grace  in  me 
Form  that  mind  which  was  in  Thee. 

a  Elliott. 


283 


JESUS,  meek  and  lowly, 
Saviour,  pure  and  holy, 
On  Thy  love  relying 
Hear  me  humbly  crying. 

2  Prince  of  life  and  power, 
My  salvation's  tower, 

On  the  cross  I  view  Thee 
Calling  sinners  to  Thee. 

3  There  behold  me  gazing 
At  the  sight  amazing ; 
Bending  low  before  Thee, 
Helpless,  I  adore  Thee. 


214  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

4  By  that  fount  of  blessing 
Thy  dear  love  expressing, 
All  my  aching  sadness 
Turn  Thou  into  gladness. 

5  Lord,  in  mercy  guide  me, 
Be  Thou  e'er  beside  me  ; 
In  Thy  ways  direct  me, 
'Neath  Thy  wings  protect  me. 

//.   Collins. 

284  7s>6s- 

LORD  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion, 
To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer, 

Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare. 

2  Oh,  wash  me  in  the  fountain 

That  floweth  from  Thy  side. 
Oh,  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 
Thy  blood  hath  purified. 

3  Oh,  hold  Thou  up  my  goings, 

And  lead  from  strength  to  strength, 
That  unto  Thee  in  Zion 
I  may  appear  at  length. 

4  Oh,  hearken  to  my  knocking, 

And  open  wide  the  door, 
That  I  may  enter  freely 
And  never  leave  Thee  more. 

5  Oh,  bring  me,  loving  Jesus, 

To  that  most  blessed  place, 
Where  angels  and  archangels 
Look  ever  on  Thy  face, 

6  Where  gladsome  alleluias 

Unceasingly  resound, 
Where  martyrs,  now  triumphant, 
Walk  robed  in  white  and  crowned. 


PASSION   AND   CRUCIFIXION.  215 


7  Oh,  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  that  ransomed  throng  ; 
Oh,  teach  my  lips  to  utter 
That  everlasting  song. 

8  Oh,  give  that  last  blest  blessing 

That  even  saints  can  know, 
To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 
Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 

9  Not  wisdom,  might,  or  glory, 

I  ask  to  win  above  ; 
I  ask  for  Thee,  Thee  only, 
O  Thou  eternal  love ! 

R.  F.  Littledale. 


285 


7s.  61. 


BLESSED  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above, 
All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  hope,  and  naught  beside: 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day ; 
Hence,  vain  shadows,  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die  ; 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more  : 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

Q.  Duffield. 


216  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 


286 


7s.  61. 


RESTING  from  His  work  to-day, 
In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay ; 
Still  He  slept,  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone, 
Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene, 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day, 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  Thee,  till  life  shall  end, 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  Thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine, 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  Thee  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring, 
True  affection's  offering  ; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 

T.  Whylehead. 

287  8'8'8'4 

MORN'S  roseate  hues  have  deck'd  the  sky, 
The  Lord  has  ris'n  with  victory  ; 
Let  earth  be  glad,  and  raise  the  cry, 
Alleluia ! 

2  The  Prince  of  life  with  death  has  striven, 
To  cleanse  the  earth  His  blood  has  given, 
Has  rent  the  veil,  and  opened  heaven. 
Alleluia  ! 


RESURRECTION.  217 


3  And  He,  the  wheat-corn,  sown  in  earth, 
Has  given  a  glorious  harvest  birth  : 
Rejoice,  and  sing  with  holy  mirth 

Alleluia  ! 

4  Our  bodies,  mouldering  to  decay, 
Are  sown  to  rise  to  heavenly  day ; 
For  He  by  rising  burst  the  way. 

Alleluia  ! 

5  And  he,  dear  Lord,  that  with  Thee  dies, 
And  fleshly  passions  crucifies, 

In  body  like  to  Thine  shall  rise. 
Alleluia  ! 

6  Oh,  grant  us,  then,  with  Thee  to  die, 
To  spurn  earth's  fleeting  vanity, 
And  love  the  things  above  the  sky. 

Alleluia  ! 

7  Oh,  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Who  has  for  us  the  triumph  won, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  the  Three  in  One. 

Alleluia  ! 

Latin.    Tr.  W.  Coolce. 


288 


7s,  8s.     With  Alleluia. 


JESUS  lives !  thy  terrors  now 
Can  no  longer,  death,  appall  us ; 

Jesus  lives !  by  this  we  know 
Thou,  O  grave,  canst  not  enthrall  us. 
Alleluia  ! 

2  Jesus  lives !  henceforth  is  death 

But  the  gate  of  life  immortal ; 
This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath, 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
Alleluia  ! 


218  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

3  Jesus  lives  !  for  us  He  died  ; 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  may  we  abide, 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 
Alleluia  ! 

4  Jesus  lives  !  our  hearts  know  well 

Naught  from  us  His  love  shall  sever, 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  pow'rs  of  hell 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 

Alleluia  ! 

5  Jesus  lives !  to  Him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given  ; 
May  we  go  where  He  has  gone, 
Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  heaven. 
Alleluia  ! 

C.  F.  Gellert.    (Jesus  lebt  !  mit  Ihem  auch  ick.) 
Tr.  Miss  F.  E.  Cox.    Alt. 

289  L- M- 

LIFT  up,  lift  up  your  voices  now, 
The  whole  wide  world  rejoices  now  ; 
The  Lord  hath  triumphed  gloriously, 
The  Lord  shall  reign  victoriously. 

2  In  vain  with  stone  the  cave  they  barred, 
In  vain  the  watch  kept  ward  and  guard ; 
Majestic  from  the  spoiled  tomb, 

In  pomp  of  triumph  Christ  is  come. 

3  He  binds  in  chains  the  ancient  foe  ; 
A  countless  host  He  frees  from  woe ; 
And  heaven's  high  portal  open  flies, 
For  Christ  has  risen,  and  man  shall  rise. 

4  And  all  He  did,  and  all  He  bare, 
He  gives  us  as  our  own  to  share  ; 
And  hope  and  joy  and  peace  begin, 
For  Christ  has  won,  and  man  shall  win. 


RESURRECTION.  219 


5  O  Victor,  aid  u$  in  the  fight, 

And  lead  through  death  to  realms  of  light; 
We  safely  pass  where  Thou  hast  trod  ; 
In  Thee  we  die  to  rise  to  God. 

6  Thy  flock,  from  sin  and  death  set  free, 
Glad  alleluias  raise  to  Thee  ; 

And  ever  with  the  heavenly  host 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Authw  unknown. 

7s>6s  81 


290 


THE  day  of  resurrection, 

Earth,  tell  it  out  abroad, 
The  Passover  of  gladness, 

The  Passover  of  God. 
From  death  to  life  eternal, 

From  this  world  to  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory. 

2  Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil 

That  we  may  see  aright 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  Resurrection  light  ; 
And,  listening  to  His  accents, 

May  hear  so  calm  and  plain 
His  Own  "All  hail,"  and  hearing 

May  raise  the  victor  strain. 

3  Now  let  the  heavens  be  joyful, 

Let  earth  her  song  begin, 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
Invisible  and  visible 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen, 

Our  joy  that  hath  no  end. 
John  of  Damascus  (8th  Cent.}    Tr.  J.  M.  Neaie. 


220  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 

291  ys.     With  Refrain. 

WELCOME,  happy  morning  !  age  to  age  shall 

say, 
Hell  to-day  is  vanquished,   heav'n  is  won 

to-day. 

Lo !  the  Dead  is  living,  God  for  evermore ; 
Him,    their  true  Creator,    all    His  works 
adore. 
Welcome,  happy  morning,  etc. 

2  Earth  her  joy  confesses,    clothing  her  for 

spring, 
All  good  gifts  returned  with  her  returning 

King ; 
Bloom  in  every  meadow,   leaves  on  every 

bough, 
Speak  His  sorrow  ended,  hail  His  triumph 

now. 

Welcome,  happy  morning,  etc. 

3  Months  in  due  succession,  days  of  lengthen- 

ing light, 
Hours  and  passing  moments    praise    Thee 

in  their  flight ; 
Brightness  of  the  morning,  sky  and  fields 

and  sea, 
Vanquisher  of  darkness,  bring  their  praise 

to  Thee, 
Welcome,  happy  morning,  etc. 

4  Maker  and  Redeemer,  life  and  health  of  all, 
Thou  from  heaven  beholding  human  nature's 

fall, 

Of  the  Father's  Godhead  true  and  only  Son, 

Manhood  to  deliver,  manhood  didst  put  on. 

Welcome,  happy  morning,  etc. 

5  Thou,  of  life  the  author,  death  didst  undergo, 
Tread  the  path  of  darkness,  saving  strength 

to  show  ; 


RESURRECTION. 


Come  then,   True  and  Faithful,  now  fulfil 

Thy  word  ; 
'Tis  Thine    own    third   morning  :    rise,    O 

buried  Lord  ! 
Welcome,  happy  morning,  etc. 

6  Loose  the  souls  long  prisoned,  bound  with 

Satan's  chain, 

All  that  now  is  fallen  raise  to  life  again  ; 
Show  Thy  face  in  brightness,  bid  the  nations 

see, 

Bring  again  our  daylight ;  day  returns  with 
Thee. 

Welcome,  happy  morniiif ,  etc. 
V.  H.  C.  Fortunatus  (6th  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  Ellert&n. 

292  8s'7s-  8L 

SING,  with  all  the  sons  of  glory, 

Sing  the  resurrection  song. 
Death  and  sorrow,  earth's  dark  story, 

To  the  former  days  belong. 
Even  now  the  dawn  is  breaking, 

Soon  the  night  of  time  shall  cease, 
And,  in  God's  own  likeness  waking, 

Man  shall  know  eternal  peace. 

2  Oh,  what  glory,  far  exceeding 

All  that  eye  has  yet  perceived  ! 
Holiest  hearts,  for  ages  pleading, 

Never  that  full  joy  conceived. 
God  has  promised,  Christ  prepares  it, 

There  on  high  our  welcome  waits ; 
Ev'ry  humble  spirit  shares  it, 

Christ  has  passed  the  eternal  gates. 

3  Life  eternal !    Heaven  rejoices, 

Jesus  lives  who  once  was  dead  ; 
Join,  O  man,  the  deathless  voices, 
Child  of  God,  lift  up  thy  head. 


JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 


Patriarchs  from  distant  ages, 

Saints  all  longing  for  their  heaven, 

Prophets,  psalmists,  seers,  and  sages, 
All  await  the  glory  given. 

4  Life  eternal !     Oh,  what  wonders 

Crowd  on  faith,  what  joy  unknown, 
When,  amidst   earth's    closing   thunders, 

Saints   shall  stand    before    the    throne  ! 
Oh,  to  enter  that  bright  portal, 

See  that  glowing  firmament, 
Know,  with  Thee,  O  God  immortal, 
Jesus  Christ,  whom  Thou  has  sent  ! 

*  W.  J.  Iron*. 

293  8,7,8,7,7,5,7,5.     With  Refrain. 

CHRIST  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen  ! 

He  hath  burst  His  bonds  in  twain ; 
Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen  ! 

Alleluia  !  swell  the  strain. 
For  our  gain  He  suffer'd  loss 

By  divine  decree  ; 
He  hath  died  upon  the  cross, 

But  our  God  is  He. 

REFRAIN. — Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen  ! 
He  hath  burst    His   bonds  in 

twain  ; 

Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen! 
Alleluia  !  swell  the  strain. 

2  See,  the  chains  of  death  are  broken  ; 

Earth  below  and  heaven  above 
Joy  in  each  amazing  token 

Of  His  rising,  Lord  of  love  ; 
He  for  evermore  shall  reign 

By  the  Father's  side, 
Till  He  comes  to  earth  again, 

Comes  to  claim  His  bride.  —  Ref. 


RESURRECTION. 


3  Glorious  angels  downward  thronging, 

Hail  the  Lord  of  all  the  skies  ; 
Heaven,  with  joy  and  holy  longing 

For  the  -Word  incarnate,  cries, 
Christ  is  risen  !     Earth,  rejoice, 

Gleam,  ye  starry  train  ; 
All  creation,  find  a  voice ; 

He  o'er  all  shall  reign. 

REFRAIN.  —  Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen  ! 
He   hath   burst  His  bonds  in 

twain  ; 
Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen ! 

O'er  the  universe  to  reign. 
A.  T.  Gurney.    Recast  in  Church  Hymns. 

294  10s,l Is.  81.  Irregular. 

LIFT  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen  and  man  cannot  die. 
Vain  were  the  terrors  that  gathered  around 

Him, 
And  short  the  dominion  of    death  and 

the  grave  ; 
He  burst  from  the  fetters  of  darkness  that 

bound  Him, 

Resplendent  in  glory  to  live  and  to  save. 
Loud  was  the  chorus  of  angels  on  high, 
"The   Saviour  hath  risen,  and   man  shall 

not  die." 

2  Glory  to  God,  in  full  anthems  of  joy  ! 
The  being  He  gave  us,  death  cannot  destroy; 
Sad  were  the  life  we  must  part  with  to-mor- 
row, 
If  tears  were  our  birthright,  and  death 

were  our  end  ; 
But  Jesus  hath  cheered  the  dark  valley  of 

sorrow, 
And  bade  us,  immortal,  to  heaven  ascend. 


224  JESUS  CHRIST   THE  SON. 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high, 
For  Jesus  hath  risen,  and  man  shall  not 
die. 

H.  Ware,  Jr. 

295  8,8,8.  With  Alleluia. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
THE  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done, 
The  victory  of  life  is  won  ; 
The  song  of  triumph  has  begun. 
Alleluia ! 

2  The  powers  of  death  have  done  their  worst, 
But  Christ  their  legions  hath  dispersed ; 
Let  shout  of  holy  joy  outburst, 

Alleluia  ! 

3  The  three  sad  days  are  quickly  sped, 
He  rises  glorious  from  the  dead ; 
All  glory  to  our  risen  Head ! 

Alleluia ! 

4  He  closed  the  yawning  gates  of  hell, 
The  bars  from  heaven's  high  portals  fell ; 
Let  hymns  of  praise  His  triumphs  tell, 

Alleluia  ! 

5  Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants  free, 
That  we  may  live  and  sing  to  Thee, 

Alleluia  ! 

Anon.  (Latin.)    Tr.  F.  Pott. 


296 

YE  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem, 
Your  sweetest  notes  employ, 

The  Paschal  victory  to  hymn 
In  strains  of  holy  joy. 


C.  M. 


RESURRECTION. 


2  For  Judah's  lion  bursts  His  chains, 

Crushing  the  serpent's  head, 
And  cries  aloud  through  death's  domains, 
To  wake  the  imprisoned  dead. 

3  Triumphant  in  His  glory  now, 

To  Him  all  power  is  given ; 
To  Him  in  one   communion  bow 
All  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

4  While  we,  His  soldiers,  praise  our  King, 

His  mercy  we  implore 
Within  His  palace  bright  to  bring, 
And  keep  us  evermore. 

St.  Fulbert  of  Chartres.    Tr.  R.  Campbell. 
Recast  H.  A.  &  M. 


7s,  6s.  81.  With  Alleluia. 


297 

COME,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain 

Of  triumphant  gladness, 
God  hath  brought  His  Israel 

Into  joy  from  sadness  ; 
Loosed  from  Pharaoh's  bitter  yoke 

Jacob's  sons  and  daughters, 
Led  them  with  unmoistened  foot 

Thro'  the  Red  Sea  waters. 

CHORUS  —  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 

2  'T  is  the  spring  of  souls  to-day, 

Christ  hath  burst  His  prison, 
And  from  three  days'  sleep  in  death 

As  a  sun  hath  risen  ; 
All  the  winter  of  our  sins, 

Long  and  dark,  is  flying 
From  His  light,  to  whom  we  give 

Laud  and  praise  undying. — Cho. 


JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 


3  Now  the  queen  of  seasons,  bright 

With  the  day  of  splendor, 
With  the  royal  feast  of  feasts, 

Comes  its  joy  to  render ; 
Comes  to  glad  Jerusalem, 

Who  with  true  affection 
Welcomes,  in  unwearied  strains, 

Jesus7  resurrection. —  Cho. 

4  Neither  might  the  gates  of  death, 

Nor  the  tomb's  dark  portal, 
Nor  the  watchers,  nor  the  seal, 

Hold  Thee  as  a  mortal ; 
But  to-day  amidst  the  twelve 

Thou  didst  stand,  bestowing 
That  Thy  peace,  which  evermore 

Passeth  human  knowing. —  Cho. 

John  of  Damascus  (8th  Cent)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

298  7s.  With  Alleluia. 

JESUS  Christ  is  ris'n  to-day, 

Alleluia ! 
Our  triumphant  holy  day, 

Alleluia  ! 
Who  did  once  upon  the  cross, 

Alleluia  ! 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

Alleluia ! 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

Alleluia  ! 

3  But  the  pains  which  He  endured, 
Our  salvation  have  procured  ; 
Now  above  the  sky  He's  King, 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing, 

Alleluia  ! 


RESURRECTION.  227 


4  Now  be  God  the  Father  praised, 
With  the  Son,  from  death  upraised, 
And  the  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
One  true  God,  by  all  confessed. 

Alleluia  ! 
Anon.  (Latin,  lUth  Cent.}    Tr.  Tate  and  Brady. 

299  7s.     With  Alleluia. 

CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day, 

Alleluia ! 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say, 

Alleluia ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 

Alleluia  ! 
Sing,  ye  heav'ns,  and  earth  reply. 

Alleluia  ! 

2  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  Him  rise, 
Christ  has  opened  paradise. 

3  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  He  died  our  souls  to  save  : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 

4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head. 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

5  King  of  glory,  Soul  of  bliss, 
Everlasting  life  is  this, 

Thee  to  know,  Thy  power  to  prove, 
Thus  to  sing,  and  thus  to  love. 

C.  Wesley. 


JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 


300 


8s,  7s.  81. 


ALLELUIA  !  Alleluia  ! 

Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise  ; 
Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  gladness, 

Sing  to  God  a  hymn  of  praise  ; 
He  who  on  the  cross  a  victim 

For  the  world's  salvation  bled, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  King  of  glory, 

Now  is  risen  from  the  dead. 

2  Now  the  iron  bars  are  broken, 

Christ  from  death  to  life  is  born, 
Glorious  life,  and  life  immortal, 

On  this  holy  Easter  morn  : 
Christ  has  triumphed,  and  we  conquer 

By  His  mighty  enterprise, 
We  with  Him  to  life  eternal 

By  His  resurrection  rise. 

3  Christ  is  risen,  Christ  the  first-fruits 

Of  the  holy  harvest-field, 
Which  will  all  its  full  abundance 

At  His  second  coming  yield  : 
Then  the  golden  ears  of  harvest 

Will  their  heads  before  Him  wave, 
Ripened  by  His  glorious  sunshine 

From  the  furrows  of  the  grave. 

4  Christ  is  risen,  we  are  risen ! 

Shed  upon  us  heavenly  grace, 
Rain  and  dew  and  gleams  of  glory 

From  the  brightness  of  Thy  face  ; 
That,  with  hearts  in  heaven  dwelling, 

We  on  earth  may  fruitful  be, 
And  by  angel-hands  be  gathered, 

And  be  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 


RESURRECTION.  229 


. 5  Alleluia  !     Alleluia! 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ; 
Alleluia  to  the  Saviour 

Who  has  won  the  victory  ; 
Alleluia  to  the  Spirit, 

Fount  of  love  and  sanctity ; 
Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
To  the  Triune  Majesty. 

C.  Wordsworth. 

7s.     With  Alleluia. 


301 


CHRIST,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again, 
Christ  hath  broken  every  chain  ; 
Hark !  angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 
Alleluia  ! 

2  He  who  gave  for  us  His  life, 
Who  for  us  endured  the  strife, 
Is  our  Paschal  Lamb  to-day  ; 
We,  too,  sing  for  joy,  and  say 

Alleluia  ! 

3  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss 
Comfortless  upon  the  cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry  ; 

Alleluia ! 

4  He  who  slumbered  in  the  grave 
Is  exalted  now  to  save  ; 

Now  through  Christendom  it  rings 
That  the  Lamb  is  King  of  kings. 
Alleluia ! 

5  Now  He  bids  us  tell  abroad 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven, 
How  we,  too,  may  enter  heaven. 

Alleluia ! 


JESUS   CHRIST   THE  SON. 


6  Thou,  our  Paschal  Lamb  indeed, 
Christ,  to-day  Thy  people  feed  ; 
Take  our  sins  and  guilt  away, 
Let  us  sing,  by  night  and  day, 
Alleluia ! 

M.  Weisse.    Tr.  C.  WirikwarlJi. 

302  7,7,7,7,8,7. 

ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
Death,  yield  up  the  mighty  prey  : 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

2  Shout,  ye  seraphs,  angels,  raise 
Your  eternal  song  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

3  Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory  as  of  old  to  Thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

Alleluia  !  Alleluia  ! 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day. 

T.  Scott  and  T.  Gibbons. 

303  LM    81 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 
There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
"Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heav'nly  gates  ! 

Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  !  " 


ASCENSION.  231 


2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light. 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  His  right ; 

Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  overcame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  overthrew, 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo  !  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 
"Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way." 
Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  ? 

The  Lord,  of  boundless  power  possessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 

God,  over  all,  for  ever  blest. 

C.  Wesley. 

304  L.  M.  si. 

O  SAVIOUR,  who  for  man  hast  trod 

The  wine-press  of  the  wrath  of  God, 

Ascend  and  claim  again  on  high 

Thy  glory,  left  for  us  to  die. 

A  radiant  cloud  is  now  Thy  seat, 

And  earth  lies  stretch'd  beneath  Thy  feet ; 

Ten  thousand  thousands  round  Thee  sing, 

And  share  the  triumph  of  their  King. 

2  The  Angel-host  enraptured  waits : 
Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
O  God-and-Man,  the  Father's  throne 
Is  now  for  evermore  Thine  own. 
Our  great  High  Pxiest  and  Shepherd  Thou 
Within  the  veil  art  entered  now, 
To  offer  there  Thy  precious  blood 
Once  poured  on  earth  a  cleansing  flood. 


232  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

3  And  thence  the  church,  Thy  chosen  bride, 
With  countless  gifts  of  grace  supplied, 
Thro'  all  her  members  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 
O  Christ,  our  Lord,  of  Thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heaven-ward  bear ; 
Be  ours  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  Thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 

C.  Coffin.     Tr.  J.  Chandler.  Alt. 

305  L  M 

A  HYMN  of  glory  let  us  sing : 

New  hymns  throughout  the   world  shall 

ring, 

Christ  by  a  new  and  wondrous  road 
Ascends  unto  the  throne  of  God. 

2  The  Apostles  on  the  mountain  stand, 
The  mystic  mount,  in  Holy  Land, 
And  with  the  Virgin-Mother  see 
Jesus  ascend  in  majesty. 

3  To  whom  two  shining  angels  cry, 
"Why  stand  ye  gazing  on  the  sky? 
This  is  the  Saviour,  upward  borne 
On  this  His  glorious  triumph-morn. 

4  Ye  see  Him  now,  ascending  high 
To  seek  the  portals  of  the  sky  : 
Hereafter  Jesus  ye  shall  see 
Keturn  in  equal  majesty." 

5  Lord,  grant  that  we  may  thither  tend, 
And  with  unwearied  hearts  ascend 
Where,  seated  on  Thy  Father's  throne, 
Thee  reigning,  King  of  kings,  we  own. 

6  Be  Thou  our  joy  on  earth,  O  Lord, 
Who  art  to  be  our  great  reward  ; 
And  as  the  countless  ages  flee, 

Let  all  our  glory  be  in  Thee. 


ASCENSION. 


7  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 
All  glory,  Jesus  Christ,  to  Thee, 
Who  didst  to  heaven  above  ascend, 
And  to  the  Spirit,  without  end. 

Venerable  Bede  (7th  Cent.)     Tr.  Elizabeth  Chorles,Alt. 

306  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

LOOK,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious, 
See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  ; 
Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  I 
Crowns  become  the  victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels  crown  Him ; 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 
On  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 
While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings  ; 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him ! 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name : 

Crown  Him  !  Crown  Him  ! 
Spread  abroad  the  victor's  fame  ! 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ; 

Hark  !  those  loud  triumphant  chords. 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station ; 
Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  Him  !    Crown  Him  ! 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

T.  Kelly. 

7s.  81. 


307 


HE  is  gone  :  a  cloud  of  light 
Has  received  Him  from  our  sight ; 
High  in  heav'n,  where  eye  of  men 
Follows  not,  nor  angel's  ken, 


234  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

Thro'  the  veils  of  time  and  space, 
Passed  into  the  holiest  place ; 
All  the  toil,  the  sorrow  done, 
All  the  battle  fought  and  won. 

2  He  is  gone  :  towards  their  goal 
World  and  church  must  onward  roll ; 
Far  behind  we  leave  the  past, 
Forward  are  our  glances  cast ; 

Still  His  words  before  us  range 
Through  the  ages  as  they  change ; 
Wheresoe'er  the  truth  shall  lead, 
He  will  give  whate'er  we  need. 

3  He  is  gone ;  but  we  once  more 
Shall  behold  Him  as  before, 

In  the  heaven  of  heavens  the  same, 
As  on  earth  He  went  and  came. 
In  the  many  mansions  there, 
Place  for  us  He  will  prepare ; 
In  that  world  unseen,  unknown, 
He  and  we  may  yet  be  one. 

4  He  is  gone  ;  but  not  in  vain, 
Wait  until  He  comes  again. 
He  is  risen,  He  is  not  here, 
Far  above  this  earthly  sphere, 
Evermore  in  heart  and  mind 
There  our  peace  in  Him  we  find  ; 
To  our  own  eternal  friend, 
Thitherward  let  us  ascend. 

A.  P.  Stanley. 

Q0g  7s.     With  Alleluia. 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise, 

Alleluia ! 
To  His  Throne  above  the  skies. 

Alleluia ! 


ASCENSION. 


Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 

Alleluia  ! 
Re-ascends  His  native  heaven. 

Alleluia  ! 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits : 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates ; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

3  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

4  See,  He  lifts  His  hands  above ; 
See,  He  shows  the  prints  of  love ; 
Hark  !   His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  church  below. 

5  Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads ; 
Prevalent  He  intercedes  ; 

Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

6  Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight 
High  above  yon  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley.    Alt. 

309  8s'7s  81 

SEE  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph ; 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  the  clouds  His  chariot 

To  His  heav'nly  palace  gate  ! 
Hark  !   the  choirs  of  angel- voices 

Joyful  alleluias  sing, 


JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 


And  the  portals  high  are  lifted 
To  receive  their  heav'nly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  hath  gained  the  victory. 
He  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan ; 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 

3  While  He  raised  His  hands  in  blessing, 

He  was  parted  from  His  friends, 
While  their  eager  eyes  behold  Him, 

He  upon  the  clouds  ascends ; 
He  who  walked  with  God  and  pleased  Him, 

Preaching  truth  and  doom  to  come, 
He,  our  Enoch,  is  translated, 

To  His  everlasting  home. 

4  Now  our  heav'nly  Aaron  enters, 

With  His  blood,  within  the  veil ; 
Joshua  now  is  come  to  Caanan, 

And  the  kings  before  Him  quail ; 
Now  He  plants  the  tribes  of  Israel 

In  their  promised  resting-place ; 
Now  our  great  Elijah  offers 

Double  portion  of  His  grace. 

5  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand : 
There  we  sit  in  heav'nly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand. 
Jesus  reigns,  adored  by  angels  ; 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne ; 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  ascension, 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


ASCENSION.  237 


31Q  6s,  5s.  81.     With  Kef  rain. 

GOLDEN  harps  are  sounding, 

Angel-voices  ring, 
Pearly  gates  are  opened, 

Opened  for  the  King. 
Christ,  the  King  of  Glory, 

Jesus,  King  of  love, 
Is  gone  up  in  triumph 

To  His  throne  above. 
All  His  work  is  ended  ; 

Joyfully  we  sing, 
Jesus  hath  ascended, 

Glory  to  our  King ! 

2  He  who  came  to  save  us, 

He  who  bled  and  died, 
Now  is  crowned  with  glory, 

At  His  Father's  side. 
Never  more  to  suffer, 

Never  more  to  die  ; 
Jesus,  King  of  glory, 

Is  gone  up  on  high. 
All  His  work,  etc. 

3  Pleading  for  His  children 

In  that  blessed  place, 
Calling  them  to  glory, 

Sending  them  His  grace, 
His  bright  home  preparing, 

Faithful  ones,  for  you, 
Jesus  ever  liveth, 
Ever  loveth  too. 

All  His  work,  etc. 

F.  B.  Havergal. 

3H  S.M.  81. 

THOU  art  gone  up  on  high 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise. 


JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 


But  we  are  ling'ring  here 

With  sin  and  care  oppressed  ; 
Lord,  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest ! 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ; 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down, 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  agony 

To  pass  unto  Thy  crown. 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be ; 
But  only  let  that  path  of  tears 

Lead  us  at  last  to  Thee. 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  ; 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  in  Thy  train. 
Oh,  by  Thy  saving  power, 

So  make  us  live  and  die, 
That  we  may  stand,  in  that  dread  hour, 

At  Thy  right  hand  on  high. 

E.  Toke. 

312  8s,  7s.  61. 

COME  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem, 
Cleave  the  skies  with  shouts  of  praise, 

Sing  to  Him  who  found  the  ransom, 
Ancient  of  eternal  days  ; 

God  eternal,  Word  incarnate, 
Whom  the  heav'n  of  heav'ns  obeys. 

2  Ere  He  raised  the  lofty  mountains, 
Formed  the  sea,  or  built  the  sky, 

Love  eternal,  free,  and  boundless, 
Led  the  Lord  of  life  to  die ; 

Lifted  up  the  Prince  of  princes 
On  the  throne  of  Calvary. 


ASCENSION. 


3  Now  on  these  eternal  mountains 

Stands  the  sapphire  throne,  all  bright, 
Where  unceasing  alleluias 

They  upraise,  the  sons  of  light  : 
Zion's  people  tell  His  praises, 

Victor  after  hard- won  fight. 

4  Bring  your  harps  and  bring  your  incense, 

Sweep  the  string  and  pour  the  lay  ; 
Let  the  earth  proclaim  His  wonders, 

King  of  that  celestial  day. 
He  the  Lamb  once  slain,  is  worthy, 

Who  was  dead  and  lives  for  aye. 

Job  Hupton.    Ti\  J.  M.  Neale. 

8s,  7s.   61. 


313 

JESUS  came,  the  heav'ns  adoring, 
Came  with  peace  from  realms  on  high  ; 

Jesus  came  for  man's  redemption, 
Lowly  came  on  earth  to  die  ; 
Alleluia  !    Alleluia  ! 
Came  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  comes  again  in  mercy, 

When  our  hearts  are  bowed  with  care  ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  answer 
To  an  earnest,  heartfelt  prayer  ; 

Alleluia !    Alleluia  ! 
Comes  to  save  us  from  despair. 

3  Jesus  comes  to  hearts  rejoicing, 

Bringing  news  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Leading  souls  redeemed  to  heaven  : 

Alleluia !    Alleluia ! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  riven. 


240  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow, 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
Jesus  comes,  whatever  befalls  us, 
Glads  our  hearts,  and  dries  our  tears ; 

Alleluia  !    Alleluia ! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

5  Jesus  comes  on  clouds  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away  ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory, 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay, 

Allelulia  !    Ever  singing 
Till  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 

G.  Thring. 
314  8s,  7s. 

HARK  !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding ; 

"Christ  is  nigh,"  it  seems  to  say; 
"  Cast  away  the  works  of  darkness, 

O  ye  children  of  the  day !  " 

2  Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 
All  the  powers  of  darkness  vanish ; 
Christ  our  Day-star  mounts  the  skies. 

3  Lo  !  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven : 
Let  us  haste  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So  when  next  He  shines  in  glory, 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
Not  for  chastening,  but  salvation, 
Unto  us  shall  He  appear. 

5  Honor,  glory,  might,  dominion, 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

Latin  (c.  5th  Cent.}.     Tr.  E.  Caswatt. 


SECOND   COMING.  241 


315  8s,  7s.  81. 

FRIEND  of  sinners,  Lord  of  glory, 

Lowly,  mighty,  brother,  King  ! 
Musing  o'er  Thy  wondrous  story, 

Grateful  we  Thy  praises  sing  : 
Friend  to  help  us,  cheer  us,  save  us, 

In  whom  pow'r  and  pity  blend  — 
Praise  we  must  the  grace  which  gave  us 

Jesus  Christ,  the  sinners'  friend. 

2  Friend  who  never  fails  nor  grieves  us, 

Faithful,  tender,  constant,  kind  ; 
Friend  who  at  all  times  receives  us, 

Friend  who  came  the  lost  to  find. 
Sorrow  soothing,  joys  enhancing, 

Loving  until  life  shall  end ; 
Then  conferring  bliss  entrancing, 

Still,  in  heaven,  the  sinners'  friend. 

3  Oh,  to  love  and  serve  Thee  better! 

From  all  evil  set  us  free  ; 
Break,  Lord,  every  sinful  fetter ; 

Be  each  thought  conformed  to  Thee : 
Looking  for  Thy  bright  appearing, 

May  our  spirits  upward  tend  ; 
Till  no  longer  doubting,  fearing, 

We  behold  the  sinners'  friend. 

Newman  Hall. 

31  Q  8s,  7s.  81. 

LIGHT  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love's  revealing 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath. 
The  new  heav'n  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 


242  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 


2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing : 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears  and  cheering 

Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 
Come  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  universal  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  the  gospel  grace. 

3  Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

O  Thou  mild,  pacific  Prince ; 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins. 
By  Thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release, 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  unto  Thy  perfect  peace. 

G.  Wesley. 
317  8s,  7s.  81. 

HE  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 

Not  as  once  He  came  before, 
Wailing  infant  born  in  weakness 

On  a  lowly  stable  floor ; 
But  upon  His  cloud  of  glory, 

In  the  crimson-tinted  sky, 
Where  we  see  the  golden  sunrise 

In  the  rosy  distance  lie. 

2  He  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 

Not  as  once  He  wandered  through 
All  the  hostile  land  of  Judah, 

With  His  followers  poor  and  few  ; 
But  with  all  the  holy  angels 

Waiting  round  His  judgment-seat, 
Aud  the  chosen  twelve  Apostles 

Sitting  crowned  at  His  feet. 


SECOND    COMING.  243 

3  He  is  coming,  He  is  coming, 
Let  His  lowly  first  estate, 
And  His  tender  love,  so  teach  us 

That  in  faith  and  hope  we  wait, 
Till  in  glory  eastward  burning, 

Our  redemption  draweth  near, 
And  we  see  the  sign  in  heaven 
Of  our  Judge  and  Saviour  dear. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

318  8s>7s-  81. 

LORD,  Thy  ransom'd  Church  is  waking 

Out  of  slumber  far  and  near, 
Knowing  that  the  morn  is  breaking 

When  the  Bridegroom  shall  appear ; 
Waking  up  to  claim  the  treasure 

With  Thy  precious  life-blood  bought, 
And  to  trust  in  fuller  measure 

All  Thy  wondrous  death  has  wrought. 

2  Praise  to  Thee  for  this  glad  shower, 

Precious  drops  of  latter  rain, 
Praise,  that  by  Thy  Spirit's  power 

Thou  hast  quickened  us  again ; 
That  Thy  gospel's  priceless  treasure 

Now  is  borne  from  land  to  land, 
And  that  all  the  Father's  pleasure 

Prospers  in  Thy  pierced  hand. 

3  Praise  to  Thee  for  saved  ones  yearning 

O'er  the  lost  and  wand'ring  throng  ; 
Praise  for  voices  daily  learning 

To  upraise  the  glad  new  song  ; 
Praise  to  Thee  for  sick  ones  hasting 

Now  to  touch  Thy  garment's  hem  ; 
Praise  for  souls  believing,  tasting 

All  Thy  love  has  won  for  them. 


244  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

4  Set  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  on  fire 

With  the  love  of  Thy  dear  name  ; 
Touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire 

Now  to  spread  abroad  Thy  fame  ; 
Fix  our  eyes  on  Thy  returning, 

Keeping  watch  till  Thou  shalt  come, 

Loins  well  girt,  lamps  brightly  burning ; 

Then,  Lord,  take  Thy  servants  home. 

Sarah  G.  Stock. 

319  14s 

BEHOLD,   the    Bridegroom    cometh    in  the 

middle  of  the  night, 
And  blest  is  he  whose  loins  are  girt,  whose 

lamp  is  burning  bright ; 
But  woe  to  that  dull  servant  whom    the 

Master  shall  surprise 
With    lamp    untrimmed,    unburning,     and 

with  slumber  in  his  eyes. 

2  Do  thou,  my  soul,  beware,  beware  lest  thou 

in  sleep  sink  down, 
Lest  thou  be  given  o'er  to  death,  and  lose 

the  golden  crown ; 
But  see  that  thou  be  sober,  with  watchful 

eyes,  and  thus 
Cry,    ' '  Holy,  holy,   holy  God,   have  mercy 

upon  us ! " 

3  That  day,  the  day  of  fear,  shall  come  :  my 

soul,  slack  not  thy  toil, 
But  light  thy  lamp,  and  feed  it  well,  and 

make  it  bright  with  oil  ; 
Thou  knowest  not  how  soon  may  sound  the 

cry  at  eventide, 
" Behold,  the  Bridegroom  comes!     Arise! 

Go  forth  to  meet  the  Bride ! " 


SECOND   COMING. 


4  Beware,  my  soul !  take  thou  good  heed  lest 

thou  in  slumber  lie, 
And,   like  the   five,   remain  without,    and 

knock,  and  vainly  cry  ; 
But  watch,  and  bear  thy  lamp  undimmed, 

and  Christ  shall  gird  thee  on 
His    own    bright  wedding-robe  of  light,  — 
the  glory  of  the  Son. 

(Greek.)    Tr   G.  Moultrie. 

320  8,7,8,7,8,8,7. 

GREAT  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear? 

The  end  of  things  created ; 
The  Judge  of  mankind  doth  appear 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
The  trumpet  sounds ;  the  graves  restore 
The  dead  which  they  contained  before  : 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  Him. 

2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise, 

And  greet  th'  archangel's  warning, 
To  meet  the  Saviour  in  the  skies 

On  this  auspicious  morning  : 
No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay  ; 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 

On  those  prepared  to  meet  Him. 

3  Far  over  space,  to  distant  spheres, 

The  lightnings  are  prevailing ; 
Th'  ungodly  rise,  and  all  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing ; 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
They  shake  before  the  Judge's  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  Him. 

4  Stay,  fancy,  stay,  and  close  thy  wings, 

Repress  thy  flight  too  daring ; 
One  wondrous  sight  my  comfort  brings, 
The  Judge  my  nature  wearing. 


246  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

Beneath  His  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
And  thus  prepare  to  meet  Him. 

B.  Ringwaldt  and  W.  B.  Collyer. 

321  P.  M.   8,7,8,8,7,7,7,7,7. 

THOU  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour, 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  King, 
In  Thy  beauty  all  resplendent, 
In  Thy  glory  all  transcendent ; 

Well  may  we  rejoice  and  sing : 
Coming  !  In  the  opening  east 

Herald  brightness  slowly  swells  : 
Coming  !  O  my  glorious  Priest, 

Hear  we  not  Thy  golden  bells  ? 

2  Thou  art  coming,  Thou  art  coming  ; 

We  shall  meet  Thee  on  Thy  way, 
We  shall  see  Thee,  we  shall  know  Thee, 
We  shall  bless  Thee,  we  shall  show  Thee 

All  our  hearts  could  never  say ; 
What  an  anthem  that  will  be 

Ringing  out  our  love  to  Thee, 
Pouring  out  our  rapture  sweet 

At  Thine  own  all-glorious  feet. 

3  Thou  art  coming ;  at  Thy  table 

We  are  witnesses  for  this ; 
While  remembering  hearts  Thou  meetest 
In  communion  clearest,  sweetest, 

Earnest  of  our  coming  bliss, 
Showing  not  Thy  death  alone, 

And  Thy  love  exceeding  great, 
But  Thy  coming  and  Thy  throne. 

All  for  which  we  long  and  wait. 

4  Thou  art  coming ;  we  are  waiting 

With  a  hope  that  cannot  fail, 
Asking  not  the  day  or  hour, 
Resting  on  Thy  word  of  power, 

Anchored  safe  within  the  veil. 


SECOND   COMING.  247 

Time  appointed  may  be  long, 
But  the  vision  must  be  sure ; 

Certainty  shall  make  us  strong, 
Joyful  patience  can  endure. 

5  O  the  joy  to  see  Thee  reigning, 

Thee,  my  own  beloved  Lord  ;  - 
Every  tongue  Thy  name  confessing, 
Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing 

Brought  to  Thee  with  one  accord, 
Thee,  my  master,  and  my  friend, 

Vindicated  and  enthroned, 
Unto  earth's  remotest  end 

Glorified,  adored,  and  owned ! 

F.  R.  ffavergal. 

322  6s- 81- 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  rejoice, 

Redemption  draweth  nigh  ; 
Now  breathes  a  softer  air, 

Now  shines  a  milder  sky ; 
The  early  trees  put  forth 

Their  new  and  tender  leaf  ; 
Hushed  is  the  moaning  wind 

That  told  of  winter's  grief. 

2  Lift  up  your  heads,  rejoice, 

Redemption  draweth  nigh  ; 
Now  m\)unt  the  laden  clouds, 

Now  flames  the  darkening  sky ; 
The  early  scattered  drops 

Descend  with  heavy  fall, 
And  to  the  waiting  earth 

The  hidden  thunders  call. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  rejoice, 

Redemption  draweth  nigh ; 
Oh,  note  the  varying  signs 
Of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky  ; 


248  JESUS  CHRIST  THE   SON. 

The  God  of  glory  comes 

In  gentleness  and  might, 
To  comfort  and  alarm, 

To  succor  and  to  smite. 

4  He  comes,  the  wide  world's  King ; 

He  comes,  the  true  heart's  friend, 
New  gladness  to  begin, 

And  ancient  wrong  to  end ; 
He  comes,  to  fill  with  light 

The  weary  waiting  eye. 
Lift  up  your  heads,  rejoice, 

Redemption  draweth  nigh. 

T.  T.  Lynch. 

323  p  M 

WAKE,  awake,  for  night  is  flying  : 

The  watchmen  on  the  heights  are  crying, 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  arise ! 
Midnight's  solemn  hour  is  tolling : 
His  Chariot  wheels  are  nearer  rolling ; 
He  comes ;  prepare,  ye  virgins  wise. 
Rise  up,  with  willing  feet 
Go  forth,  the  Bridegroom  meet : 

Alleluia ! 
Bear    thro'    the    night    your    well-trimm'd 

light, 
Speed  forth  to  join  the  marriage  rite. 

2  Zion  hears  the  watchmen  singing, 
Her  heart  with  deep  delight  is  springing, 

She  wakes,  she  rises  from  her  gloom ; 
Forth  her  Bridegroom  comes,  all-glorious, 
In  grace  arrayed,  by  truth  victorious. 
Her  star  is  risen,  her  light  is  come  : 
All  hail,  Incarnate  Lord, 
Our  crown,  and  our  reward ! 

Alleluia ! 

We  haste  along,  in  pomp  of  song, 
And  gladsome  join  the  marriage  throng. 


SECOND  COMING. 


3  Lamb  of  God,  the  heavens  adore  Thee, 
And  men  and  angels  sing  before  Thee, 

With  harp  and  cymbal's  clearest  tone. 
By  the  pearly  gates  in  wonder 
We  stand  and  swell  the  voice  of  thunder, 
That  echoes  round  Thy  dazzling  throne. 
No  visions  ever  brought, 
No  ear  hath  ever  caught, 

Such  bliss  and  joy  : 

We  raise  the  song,  we  swell  the  throng, 
To  praise  Thee  ages  all  along. 

P.  Nicolai.     Tr.  C.   Winkworth. 

7s,  6s.  81. 


324 

REJOICE,  all  ye  believers, 

And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near. 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  He  draweth  nigh  ; 
Up,  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle  : 

At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
Look  now  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  earthly  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near ; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  alleluias  clear. 

3  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear ; 
Arise,  Thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere. 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee. 

L.  Laurenti.    Tr.  S.  B.  Findlater. 


250  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

325 ^ 

COME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not ; 

Bring  the  long-looked-for  day. 
O  why  these  years  of  waiting  here,  — 

These  ages  of  delay? 

2  Come,  for  Thy  saints  still  wait ; 

Daily  ascends  their  sigh  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,   "Come:" 
Dost  Thou  not  hear  the  cry? 

3  Come,  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  Thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

4  Come,  for  love  waxes  cold, 

Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief, 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

5  Come  in  Thy  glorious  might, 

Come  with  the  iron  rod, 
Scattering  Thy  foes  before  Thy  face, 
Most  mighty  Son  of  God  ! 

6  Come  and  make  all  things  new  ; 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth  ; 
Kestore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth. 

7  Come  and  begin  Thy  reign 

Of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  Thyself, 
Great  King  of  righteousness. 

H.  Sonar. 


SECOND  COMING.  251 


326  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

Lo  !   HE  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train  : 

Alleluia  !    Alleluia  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ; 
All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air : 

Alleluia  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

4  Yea,  Amen  !   let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own  : 

Alleluia ! 
Thou  shalt  reign,  and  Thou  alone. 

C.  Wesley.    J.  CennicTc.    Arr.  Alt.  M.  Madan. 

327  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

O'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking 
Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day ; 

Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 
Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray  ; 

'Tis  Thy  Saviour, 
On  His  bright  returning  way. 


252  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

2  O  Thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee, 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary, 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see ; 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me  ? 

3  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand  ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  Thy  bright,  Thy  promised  land. 

4  With  my  lamp  well  trimm'd  and  burning, 

Swift  to  hear  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home. 

Come,  my  Saviour, 
Thou  hast  promised :   quickly  come. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 

328  8s-61- 

OH,  quickly  come,  dread  Judge  of  all ; 

For,  awful  though  Thine  advent  be, 
All  shadows  from  the  truth  will  fall, 

And  falsehood  die,  in  sight  of  Thee  : 
Oh,  quickly  come  ;  for  doubt  and  fear 
Like  clouds  dissolve  when  Thou  art  near. 

2  Oh,  quickly  come,  great  King  of  all, 

Reign  all  around  us,  and  within ; 
Let  sin  no  more  our  souls  enthral, 

Let  pain  and  sorrow  die  with  sin  : 
Oh,  quickly  come  ;   for  Thou  alone 
Canst  make  Thy  scattered  people  one. 

3  Oh,  quickly  come,  true  life  of  all ; 

For  death  is  mighty  all  around  ; 
On  every  home  his  shadows  fall, 
On  every  heart  his  mark  is  found : 


SECOND   COMING. 


Oh,  quickly  come  ;   for  grief  and  pain 
Can  never  cloud  Thy  glorious  reign. 

4  Oh,  quickly  come,  sure  Light  of  all ; 

For  gloomy  night  broods  o'er  our  way  ; 
And  weakly  souls  begin  to  fall 

With  weary  watching  for  the  day  : 
Oh,  quickly  come ;   for  round  Thy  throne 
.No  eye  is  blind,  no  night  is  known. 

L.  Tuttiett. 

329  °-  M-  81- 

LIGHT  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 

Star  of  the  coming  day, 
Arise,  and  with  Thy  morning  beams 

Chase  all  our  griefs  away. 
Come,  blessed  Lord !  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  Thy  royal  name, 

And  own  .Thee  as  their  King. 

2  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above, 
Break  forth  in  rapturous  strains  of  joy 

In  mem'ry  of  Thy  love. 
Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 
Be  Thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 

The  palm  of  victory  Thine  ! 

E.  Denny. 

330  8s'7s  81 

ALLELUIA  !  sing  to  Jesus  ; 

His  the  sceptre,  His  the  throne  ; 
Alleluia  !   His  the  triumph, 

His  the  victory  alone : 
Hark  !  the  songs  of  peaceful  Zion 

Thunder  like  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Jesus  out  of  every  nation 

Hath  redeemed  us  by  His  blood. 


264  JESUS   CHRIST  THE   SON. 

2  Alleluia  !   not  as  orphans 

Are  we  left  in  sorrow  now  ; 
Alleluia  !   He  is  near  us, 

Faith  believes,  nor  questions  how. 
Though  the  cloud  from  sight  received  Him, 

When  the  forty  days  were  o'er, 
Shall  our  hearts  forget  His  promise, 

"  I  am  with  you  evermore"  ( 

3  Alleluia !   Bread  of  heaven, 

Thou  on  earth  our  food,  our  stay  ! 
Alleluia  !   here  the  sinful 

Flee  to  Thee  from  day  to  day : 
Intercessdr,  friend  of  sinners, 

Earth's  Redeemer,  plead  for  me, 
Where  the  songs  of  all  the  sinless 

Sweep  across  the  crystal  sea. 

w. .  c.  Dix. 

331  8s, 7s.  81. 

MIGHTY  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee, 

May  a  mortal  sing  Thy  name  ? 
Lord  of  men  as  well  as  angels, 

Thou  art  every  creature's  theme. 
Lord  of  every  land  and  nation, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days, 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 

Be  Thy  just  and  endless  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, 

Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought  ; 
For  Thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow, 

Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 


REIGN  AND  MEDIATION.  255 

3  But  Thy  rich,  Thy  free  redemption, 

Bright,  though  veiled  in  darkness  long, — 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression,  — 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  Thy  praise  un uttered  lie? 
Break,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  ! 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

4  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
Thou  didst  stoop  to  ransom  captives ; 

Flow  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  Thy  footstool,  take  Thy  throne  : 
Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever  : 

Be  the  kingdom  all  Thine  own  ! 

R.  Robinson. 

332  8s'7s-  8L 

HAIL,  Thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 

Hail,  Thou  Galilean  King  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us  ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  Thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  Thy  merit  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  thro'  Thy  name. 

2  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  Thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 
All  Thy  people  are  forgiven 

Through  the  virtue  of  Thy  blood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven, 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 


256  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

3  Jesus,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  for  ever  to  abide ; 
All  the  heavenly  hosts  adore  Thee, 

Seated  at  Thy  Father's  side. 
There  for  sinners  Thou  art  pleading, 

There  Thou  dost  our  place  prepare, 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

4  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Loudest  praises  without  ceasing, 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits, 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 

Help  to  chant  Emmanuers  praise. 

J.  Bakewell  —  M.  Madan  —  A.  M.  Toplady. 

333  °  M 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God 

Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  ! 

4  Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 


REIGN   AND   MEDIATION.  25? 

5  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call ; 

The  God  Incarnate,  Man  Divine, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  ! 

6  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

7  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

8  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 

We  at  His  feet  may  fall, 
Join  in  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all ! 

E.  Perronet ;  J.  Eippon. 

334  c- M- 

COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"To  be  exalted  thus  ;" 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  He  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  Thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  Thine  endless  praise. 


856  JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one 

To  bless  the  sacred  Name 
Of  Him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

/.  Watts. 

335  c  M 

HOSANNA  !    Raise  the  pealing  hymn 

To  David's  Son  and  Lord  ; 
With  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Exalt  th'  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !    Sovereign,  Prophet,  Priest, 

How  vast  Thy  gifts,  how  free  : 
Thy  blood,  our  life ;  Thy  word,  our  feast ; 
thy  name,  our  only  plea. 

3  Hosanna,  Master  !   lo,  we  bring 

Our  offerings  to  Thy  throne  ; 
Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 

4  O  Saviour,  if,  redeemed  by  Thee, 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

W.  II.  Ifavergal. 

336  c  M 

To  OUR  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ; 
Oh,  may  His  love,  immortal  flame, 

Tune  every  heart  and  tongue ! 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach, 

What  mortal  tongue  display ; 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 


REIGN   AND  MEDIATION. 


3  Let  wonder  still  with  love  unite, 

And  gratitude,  and  joy  ; 
Be  Jesus  our  supreme  delight, 
His  praise  our  best  employ. 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  Thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

5  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  Thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

A.  Steele. 

337  °- M- 

O  CHRIST,  our  hope,  our  heart's  desire, 

Redemption's  only  spring, 
Creator  of  the  world  art  Thou, 

Its  Saviour  and  its  King. 

2  How  vast  the  mercy  and  the  love 

Which  laid  our  sins  on  Thee, 
And  led  Thee  to  a  cruel  death, 
To  set  Thy  people  free. 

3  But  now  the  bonds  of  death  are  burst, 

The  ransom  has  been  paid, 
And  Thou  art  on  Thy  Father's  throne, 
In  glorious  robes  arrayed. 

4  Oh,  may  Thy  mighty  love  prevail 

Our  sinful  souls  to  spare  ; 
Oh.  may  we  come  before  Thy  throne 
And  find  acceptance  there  ! 

5  O  Christ,  be  Thou  our  present  joy, 

Our  future  great  reward  ; 
Our  only  glory  may  it  be 
To  glory  in  the  Lord. 

Latin  (1th  or  Wi  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  Chandler. 


JESUS   CHRIST   THE   SON. 


338  c- M- 

BEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Amidst  His  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  His  name 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  His  feet, 

The  Church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet, 

And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  ; 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  Thy  head. 

5  Thou  hast  redemed  our  souls  with  blood, 

Hast  set  the  prisoners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  Thee. 

I.  Watts, 


339 

I  KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives 
And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 

A  token  of  His  love  He  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  Him  lifting  up  my  head ; 

He  brings  salvation  near ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  He  will  soon  appear. 


C.  M. 


REIGN   AND   MEDIATION.  261 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  : 

What  can  withstand  His  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  His  grace  in  me 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  Thy  word  : 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  Thyself  receive. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

Of  Paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss 
And  everlasting  rest. 

C.  Wesley. 

340  °  M 

THE    Head    that    once    was    crown'd    with 
thorns 

Is  crown'd  with  glory  now ; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns 

The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  His,  is  His  by  right, 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of    lords, 
And  Heaven's  eternal  light. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below, 
To  whom  He  manifests  His  love 
And  grants  His  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross  with  all  its  shame, 

With  all  its  grace,  is  given  ; 

Their  name  an  everlasting  name, 

Their  joy  the  joy  of  heaven. 


262  JESUS  CHRIST  THE  SON. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 

They  reign  with  Him  above, 
Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  His  love. 

6  The  cross  He  bore  is  life  and  health, 

Though  shame  and  death  to  Him  : 
His  people's  hopes,  His  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

T.  Kelly. 

341  c  M 

THE  golden  gates  are  lifted  up, 
The  doors  are  open'd  wide ; 

The  King  of  glory  is  gone  up, 
Unto  His  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 

To  make  for  us  a  place, 
That  we  may  be  where  now  Thou  art, 
And  look  upon  Thy  face. 

3  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  minds, 

Let  Thy  dear  grace  be  given, 
That  while  we  wander  here  below, 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven  ; 

4  That  where  Thou  art  at  God's  right  hand, 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be : 
Dwell  Thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee. 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

34:2  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

COME,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  pow'r  exert 
To  celebrate  His  fame : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  Him  you  owe. 


REIGN  AND  MEDIATION.  263 


2  He  left  His  starry  crown, 

And  laid  His  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  He  endured,  oh  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  ? 

3  From  the  dark  grave  He  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour,  God. 

4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  Thy  love  ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 
Our  gratitude  approve  : 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  Thee  we  give  , 
The  gift,  though  small,  do  Thou  receive  ! 

S.  Stennett. 


343 


6,6,6,6,8,8. 


REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ! 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ! 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  heart  ;   lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice  !  again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  : 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above. 
Lift  up  your  heart  ;  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice  !  again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

3  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand, 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command, 
And  fall  beneath  His  feet. 


264  JESUS   CHRIST  THE  SON. 

Lift  up  your  heart ;  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice  !   again  I  say,  rejoice  ! 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope. 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home. 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice  ; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound  ; — Rejoice  ! 
0.  Wesley,  J.  Taylor. 

344  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

HARK  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ; 

Jesus  reigns,  and  Heav'n  rejoices, — 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love. 

See,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  : 

Jesus  rules  the*  world  alone. 

2  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 

Those    whom   Thou   hast    made   Thine 

own  — 

Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face  ! 

3  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing  ; 

Bring,  oh,  bring  the  glorious  day 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ; 
Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
* '  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  !  " 

T.  Kelly. 

345  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

WHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom, 
All  His  raiments  stained  with  blood  ; 

To  the  slave  proclaiming  freedom  ; 
Bringing  and  bestowing  good  : 


REIGN  AND  MEDIATION.  265 

Glorious  in  the  garb  He  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoils  He  bears? 

2  'T  is  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 

Travelling  onward  in  His  might ; 
'T  is  the  Saviour ;  oh  how  glorious 

To  is  people  His  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquered,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood  His  raiment  staining? 

'T  is  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  His  foes  there's  none  remaining, 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  : 
Fallen  they  are,  no  more  to  rise ; 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  for  ever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  ; 
Never  shall  Thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  Thou  hast  done  : 
Thou  hast  fought  Thy  people's  foes  ; 
Thou  hast  healed  Thy  people's  woes. 

T.  Kelly. 
346  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

GLORY  to  God  on  high ! 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky ; 

Praise  ye  His  name : 
Angels  His  name  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 
And  saints  cry  evermore, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  His  name  : 
We  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  His  dear  name  abroad ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ! 


266  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

3  Join  all  the  human  race 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless, 

Praise  ye  His  name  : 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And  say  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

4  Though  we  must  change  our  place, 
Our  souls  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  name  : 
To  Him  we'll  tribute  bring, 
Laud  Him,  our  gracious  King, 
And,  without  ceasing,  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

J.  Allen. 

347  7,7.7,5 

GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
Taught  by  Thee  we  covet  most 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Pentecost, 
Holy  heavenly  Love. 

2  Love  is  kind,  and  suffers  long, 
Love  is  meek,  and  thinks  no  wrong, 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong  ; 

Therefore,  give  us  Love. 

3  Prophecy  will  fade  away, 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day  ; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay ; 

Therefore,  give  us  Love. 

4  Faith  will  vanish  into  sight ; 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 

Love  in  heaven  will  shine  more  bright ; 
Therefore,  give  us  Love. 


THE   HOLY   GHOST.  261 

5  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  we  see, 
Joining  hand  in  hand,  agree, 

But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 
And  the  best,  is  Love. 

6  From  the  overshadowing 

Of  Thy  gold  and  silver  wing, 
Shed  on  us  who  to  Thee  sing, 
Holy  heavenly  Love. 

C.  Wordsworth. 


348 


C.  M. 


SPIRIT  divine,  attend  our  prayers, 
And  make  this  house  Thy  home  ; 

Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 
Oh  come,  great  Spirit,  come ! 

2  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame ; 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  ^Redeemer's  name. 

3  Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  Thy  wings, 

The  wings  of  peaceful  love  ; 
And  let  Thy  Church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  Church  above. 

4  Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayers ; 

Make  a  lost  world  Thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers, 
Oh  come,  great  Spirit,  come ! 

A.  Heed. 


349 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 

And  open  all  our  eyes. 


S.  M. 


268  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

•  Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin  ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell  therefore  in  our  hearts  ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

J.  Hart.    Alt.  A.  M.  Toplady. 

350  s  M 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 

Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

4  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 


THE   HOLY   GHOST. 


5  Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou, 

In  life  and  death,  our  guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  Adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified  ! 

J.  Montgomery. 

351  8>8>6- 

To  THEE,  O  Comforter  divine, 
For  all  Thy  grace  and  pow'r  benign, 
Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

2  To  Thee,  whose  faithful  love  had  place 
In  God's  great  covenant  of  grace, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

3  To  Thee,  whose  faithful  voice  doth  win 
The  wandering  from  the  ways  of  sin, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

4  To  Thee,  whose  faithful  pow'r  doth  heal, 
Enlighten,  sanctify,  and  seal, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

5  To  Thee,  whose  faithful  truth  is  shown 
By  every  promise  made  our  own, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

6  To  Thee,  our  teacher  and  our  friend, 
Our  faithful  leader  to  the  end, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

7  To  Thee,  by  Jesus  Christ  sent  down, 
Of  all  His  gifts  the  sum  and  crown, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

8  To  Thee,  who  art  with  God  the  Son 
And  God  the  Father  ever  One, 

Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

F.  R.  Havergal. 


270  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

352 

HOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Chase  the  shade  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine, 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne  ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

A.  Seed. 

353  7s- 6L 

HOLY  Spirit,  Lord  of   light, 
From  the  clear  celestial  height 

Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give. 
Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor, 
Come,  with  treasures  which  endure, 

Come,  Thou  light  of  all  that  live  ! 

2  Thou  of  all  consolers  best, 

Thou,  the  soul's  delightsome  guest, 

Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow  ; 
Thou,  in  toil,  art  comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat, 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 

3  Light  immortal,  Light  divine, 
Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine, 

And  our  inmost  being  fill  : 


THE  HOLY   GHOST.  271 

If  Thou  take  Thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay, 
All   his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 

4  Thou,  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess,  and  Thee  adore, 

In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend; 

Give  them   comfort  when  they  die  : 

Give  them   life  with   Thee  on  high  ; 

Give  them  joys  that  never  end. 

Robert  II.  of  France.    Tr.  E.  CaswalL 

354  8,6,8,4. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere 

He  breathed  His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 

With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

3  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  thought,  that  calms  each 

fear, 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness 
Are  His  alone. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  see  : 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  worthier  Thee. 

H.  Auber. 


272  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

355  L  M 

COME,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest  ; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heav'nly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Paraclete !  to  Thee  we  cry  : 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
O  fount  of  life  !  O  fire  of  love  ! 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Our  senses  touch  with  light  and  fire  ; 
Our  hearts  writh  charity  inspire  ; 
And  with  endurance  from  on  high 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  back  our  enemy  repel, 

And  let  Thy  peace  within  us  dwell ; 
So  may  we,  having  Thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  each  hurtful  thing  aside. 

5  O  may  Thy  grace  on  us  bestow 
The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know, 
And  evermore  to  hold  confessed 
Thyself  of  each  the  Spirit  blest. 

Anon.  (Latin  10th  Cent.}    Tr.  E.  Caswall. 

356  L  M 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  descend,  and  dwell, 
By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength  ; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and  length 
Of  Thine  unmeasurable  grace. 


THE  HOLY  GHOST.  273 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 
By   all  the   church,   through  Christ  His 
Son. 

/.  Watts. 

357  L- M- 

OH,  grant  us  light,  that  we  may  know 
The  wisdom  Thou  alone  canst  give  ; 

That  truth  may  guide  where'er  we  go, 
And  virtue  bless  where'er  we  live. 

2  Oh,  grant  us  light,  that  we  may  see 

Where  error  lurks  in  human  lore, 
And  turn  our  doubting  minds  to  Thee, 
And  love  Thy  simple  word  the  more. 

3  Oh,  grant  us  light,  that  we  may  learn 

How  dead  is  life  from  Thee  apart, 
How  sure  is  joy  for  all  who  turn 
To  Thee  an  undivided  heart. 

4  Oh,  grant  us  light,  in  grief  and  pain, 

To  lift  our  burdened  hearts  above, 
And  count  the  very  cross  a  gain, 
And  bless  our  Father's  hidden  love. 

5  Oh,  grant  us  light,  when,  soon  or  late, 

All  earthly  scenes  shall  pass  away, 
In  Thee  to  find  the  open  gate 
To  deathless  home  and  endless  day. 

L.  Tuttiett. 

358  L- M- 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Be  Thou  our  guardian,  Thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 


274  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

That  we  may  know  and  choose  our  way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  each  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  His  pastures  stray ; 
Lead  us  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God. 

4  Lead  us  to  God  ;   our  final  rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

S.  Brmvn.    Alt. 

359  7-7'7'5 

COME  to  our  poor  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Holy  Ghost  the  infinite, 
Comforter  divine. 

2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us,  Lord ; 
Sick  and  faint,  Thy  strength  afford  ; 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored, 

Comforter  divine. 

3  Like  the  dew  Thy  peace  distil  ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 

Comforter  divine. 

4  With  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groanings  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  divine. 

5  In  us,  "Abba,  Father,"  cry; 
Earnest  of  the  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  divine. 


THE   HOLY  GHOST.  275 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God  ; 
Upwards,  by  the  starry  road, 
Bear  us  to  Thy  high  abode, 
Comforter  divine. 

G.  Rawson. 

360  L  M  61 

CREATOR  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 
The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid, 
Come,  visit  every  humble  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind  ; 
From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  Thy  temples  worthy  Thee. 

2  O  Source  of  uncreated  light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete  ! 
Thrice  holy  fount,  thrice  holy  fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

3  Plenteous  of  grace,  come  from  on  high, 
Rich  in  Thy  sevenfold  energy  ; 

Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  ; 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son  by  Thee. 

4  Immortal  honor,  endless  fame, 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  Name  ; 
The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 

Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died  ; 
And  equal  adoration  be 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 

Tr.  J.  Dryden.    Alt.  and  Ab. 

361  c  M 

O  HOLY  Ghost,  Thy  people  bless, 
Who  long  to  feel  Thy  might ; 

And  fain  would  grow  in  holiness, 
As  children  of  the  light. 


276  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

2  To  Thee  we  bring,  who  art  the  Lord, 

Ourselves  to  be  Thy  throne  ; 
Let  every  thought,  and  deed,  and  word 
Thy  pure  dominion  own. 

3  Life-giving  Spirit,  o'er  us  move, 

As  on  the  formless  deep  ; 
Give  life  and  order,  light  and  love, 
Where  now  is  death  or  sleep. 

4  Great  gift  of  our  ascended  King, 

His  saving  truth  reveal ; 
Our  tongues  inspire  His  praise  to  sing, 
Our  hearts  His  love  to  feel. 

//.  W.  Baker. 

362  c  M- 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 

Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace. 

2  Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven? 
When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Kedeemer's  blood, 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  His  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

L  Watts. 


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363  °  M 

WHEN  God  of  old  came  down  from  heav'n, 
In  power  and  wrath  He  came  ; 

Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riv'n, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame. 

2  But  when  He  came  the  second  time, 

He  came  in  power  and  love  ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime, 
Hovered  His  holy  Dove. 

3  The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 

4  And,  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrilled  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud  ; 

5  So,  when  the  Spirit  jf  our  God 

Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing  mighty  wind. 

6  Come,  Lord,  come  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour ; 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

J.  Keble. 

364  c  M- 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 

Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


278  THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold,  to  Thee, 
And  Thine  to  us  so  great? 

6  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

L  Watts. 

365  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love, 
Shed  on  us  froan  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray  : 
Divinely  good  Thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

Oh  come  to-day ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  guest, 

With  soothing  power  : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know  ; 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow  ; 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow ; 

Cheer  us  this  hour. 

3  Come,  Light,  serene  and  still, 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill, 

Dwell  in  each  breast ; 


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We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine, 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 
And  make  us  blest. 

4  Exalt  our  low  desires, 
Extinguish  passion's  fires, 

Heal  every  wound ; 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend, 
Our  icy  coldness  end, 
Our  devious  steps  attend, 

While  heavenward  bound. 

5  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless ; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ  ; 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward, 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy. 

Latin  (13th  Cent.)    Tr.  B.  Palmer. 


366 


6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 


THOU,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ; 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And,  where  the  Gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

2  Thou  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
Oh,  now,  to  all  mankind, 

Let  there  be  light ! 


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3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters1  face 
Spreading  the  beams  of  grace, 
And,  in  earth's  darkest  place, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

4  Holy  and  blessed  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ; 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 

Let  there  be  light ! 

J.  Manrwtt. 

367  7s'6s- 8L 

O  WORD  of  God  incarnate, 

O  Wisdom  from  on  high, 
O  Truth  unchanged,  unchanging, 

O  Light  of  our  dark  sky  ; 
We  praise  Thee  for  the  radiance 

That  from  the  hallow'd  page, 
A  lantern  to  our  foot-steps, 

Shines  on  from  age  to  age. 

2  The  Church  from  her  dear  Master 

Received  the  gift  divine, 
And  still  that  light  she  lifteth 

O'er  all  the  earth  to  shine. 
It  is  the  golden  casket 

Where  gems  of  truth  are  stored, 
It  is  the  heaven-drawn  picture 

Of  Christ,  the  living  Word. 

3  It  floateth  like  a  banner 

Before  God's  host  unfurled  ; 
It  shineth  like  a  beacon 
Above  the  darkling  world  ; 


THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES.  281 

It  is  the  chart  and  compass 
That  o'er  life's  surging  sea, 

'Mid  mists  and  rocks  and  quicksands, 
Still  guides,  O  Christ,  to  Thee. 

4  Oh,  make  Thy  Church,  dear  Saviour, 

A  lamp  of  purest  gold, 
To  bear  before  the  nations 
Thy  true  light  as  of  old ; 
O  teach  Thy  wandering  pilgrims 

By  this  their  path  to  trace, 

Till,  clouds  and  darkness  ended, 

They  see  Thee  face  to  face. 

W.  W.  Hmv. 

368  7s 

SPREAD,  oh,  spread,  Thou  mighty  word, 
Spread  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord, 
Wheresoe'er  His  breath  has  given 
Life  to  beings  meant  for  heaven. 

2  Tell  them  how  the  Father's  will 
Made  the  world  and  keeps  it  still  ; 
How  He  sent  His  Son  to  save 

All  who  help  and  comfort  crave. 

3  Word  of  life,  most  pure  and  strong, 
Lo,  for  Thee  the  nations  long  : 
Spread,  till  from  its  dreary  night 
All  the  world  awakes  to  light. 

4  Lord  of  harvest,  let  there  be 

Joy  and  strength  to  work  for  Thee  ; 
Let  the  nations,  far  and  near, 
See  Thy  light,  and  learn  Thy  fear. 

J.  F,  Bahnmaier,    Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 


THE   HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 


369  7s>6s  81 

THE  heav'ns  declare  Thy  glory, 

The  firmament  Thy  pow'r  ; 
Day  unto  day  the  story 

Repeats  from  hour  to  hour  ; 
Night  unto  night  replying 

Proclaims  in  every  land, 
O  Lord,  with  voice  undying, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  hand. 

2  The  sun  with  royal  splendor 

Goes  forth  to  chant  Thy  praise  ; 
And  moonbeams  soft  and  tender 

Their  gentler  anthem  raise  : 
O'er  ev'ry  tribe  and  nation 

That  music  strange  is  poured  ; 
The  song  of  all  creation 

To  Thee,  creation's  Lord. 

3  How  perfect,  just,  and  holy 

The  precepts  Thou  hast  given  ! 
Still  making  wise  the  lowly, 

They  lift  the  thoughts  to  heaven  ; 
How  pure,  how  soul-restoring 

Thy  gospel's  heavenly  ray, 
A  brighter  radiance  pouring 

Than  noon  of  brightest  day ! 

4  Thy  statutes,  Lord,  with  gladness 

Rejoice  the  humble  heart ; 
And  guilty  fear  and  sadness 

From  contrite  souls  depart  : 
Thy  word  hath  richer  treasure 

Than  dwells  within  the  mine, 
And  sweetness  beyond  measure 

Attends  Thy  voice  divine. 

5  Oh  who  can  make  confession 

Of  every  secret  sin  ; 
Or  keep  from  all  transgression 
His  spirit  pure  within  ? 


THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 


But  let  me  never  boldly 
From  Thy  commands  depart, 

Or  render  to  Thee  coldly 
The  service  of  my  heart. 

6  All  heaven  on  high  rejoices 

To  do  its  Maker's  will  ; 
The  stars  with  solemn  voices 

Resound  Thy  praises  still : 
So  let  my  whole  behaviour, 

Thoughts,  words,  and  actions  be, 
O  Lord,  my  strength,  my  Saviour, 

One  ceaseless  song  to  Thee. 

T.  R.  Birks. 
370  8,8,7,8,8,7. 

COME,  pure  hearts,  in  sweetest  measures 
Sing  of  those  who  spread  the  treasures 

In  the  holy  Gospel  shrined  ; 
Blessed  tidings  of  salvation, 
Peace  on  earth  their  proclamation, 

Love  from  God  to  lost  mankind. 

2  See  the  rivers  four  that  gladden 
With  their  streams  the  better  Eden, 

Planted  by  our  Saviour  dear  : 
Christ  the  fountain,  these  the  waters ; 
Drink,  O  Zion's  sons  and  daughters, 

Drink,  and  find  salvation  here. 

3  Here  our  souls,  by  Jesus  sated, 
More  and  more  shall  be  translated 

Earth's  temptations  far  above  : 
Freed  from  sin's  abhorred  dominion, 
Soaring  on  angelic  pinion, 

They  shall  reach  the  source  of  love. 

4  Then  shall  thanks  and  praise  ascending, 
For  Thy  mercies  without  ending, 

Rise  to  Thee,  O  Saviour  blest : 


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With  Thy  gracious  aid  defend  us  ; 

Let  Thy  guiding  light  attend  us  ; 

Bring  us  to  Thy  place  of  rest. 

Adam  of  St.  Victor.    Tr.  R.  Campbell. 


371 


C.  M. 


.  FATHER  of  mercies  !  in  Thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  Thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oh,  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight  ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  Thou  for  ever  near  ; 
Teach  them  to  love  Thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

A.  Steele. 


372 


C.  M. 


THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight  ; 

Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 


THE   HOLY   SCRIPTURES. 


2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat  ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

W.  Cowper. 

373  °- M- 

How  PRECIOUS  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  : 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Its  light,  descending  from  above, 

Our  gloomy  world  to  cheer, 
Displays  a  Saviour's  boundless  love, 
And  brings  His  glories  near. 

3  It  shows  to  man  his  wandering  ways, 

And  where  his  feet  have  trod ; 
And  brings  to  view  the  matchless  grace 
Of  a  forgiving  God. 

4  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 


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5  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

J.  Fawcett. 

374  c- M- 

LAMP  of  our  feet,  whereby  we  trace 
Our  path,  when  wont  to  stray, 

Stream  from  the  fount  of  heav'nly  grace, 
Brook  by  the  traveller's  way. 

2  Bread  of  our  souls,  whereon  we  feed, 

True  manna  from  on  high  ; 
Our  guide  and  chart,  wherein  we  read 
Of  realms  beyond  the  sky  : 

3  Pillar  of  fire,  through  watches  dark, 

Or  radiant  cloud  by  day ; 
When   waves   would  'whelm   our  tossing 

bark, 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay : 

4  Word  of  the  ever-living  God, 

Will  of  His  glorious  Son ; 
Without  Thee  how  could  earth  be  trod, 
Or  heaven  itself  be  won? 

5  Lord,  grant  us  all  aright  to  learn 

The  wisdom  it  imparts  ; 
And  to  its  heavenly  teaching  turn, 
With  simple,  childlike  hearts. 

B.  Barton. 

C.  M.   81. 


375 


THERE  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 
Which  heav'nly  truth  imparts, 

And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 


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The  works  of  God,  above,  below, 

Within  us  and  around, 
Are  pages  in  that  book  to  show 

How  God  Himself  is  found. 

2  The  glorious  sky,  embracing  all, 

Is  like  the  Maker's  love, 
Wherewith  encompassed  great  and  small 

In  peace  and  order  move. 
The  moon  above,  the  church  below, 

A  wondrous  race  they  run  ; 
But  all  their  radiance,  all  their  glow, 

Each  borrows  of  its  sun. 

3  The  Saviour  lends  the  light  and  heat 

That  crowns  His  holy  hill ; 
The  saints,  like  stars,  around  His  seat 

Perform  their  courses  still. 
The  dew  of  heaven  is  like  Thy  grace, 

It  steals  in  silence  down ; 
But,  where  it  lights,  the  favored  place 

By  richest  fruits  is  known. 

4  One  Name  above  all  glorious  names, 

With  its  ten  thousand  tongues, 
The  everlasting  sea  proclaims, 

Echoing  angelic  songs. 
The  raging  fire,  the  roaring  wind, 

Thy  boundless  power  display ; 
But  in  the  gentler  breeze  we  find 

The  Spirit's  viewless  way. 

5  Two  worlds  are  ours :  'tis  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within, 

Plain  as  the  sea  and  sky. 
Thou,  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee 

And  read  Thee  everywhere. 

J.  Keble. 


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376  L- M- 

GOD,  in  the  Gospel  of  His  Son, 
Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known  ; 
'T  is  here  His  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here,  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 

May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His  name  ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains ; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains  ; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease, 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here,  faith  reveals,  to  mortal  eyes, 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 
Here,  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  Oh,  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord  ! 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  Holy  Word, 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

B.  Beddonie.  Alt.  T.  Cotferill. 


377 


LORD,  Thy  word  abideth, 
And  our  footsteps  guideth  ; 
Who  its  truth  believeth 
Light  and  joy  receiveth. 

2  When  our  foes  are  near  us, 
Then  Thy  word  doth  cheer  us ; 
Word  of  consolation, 
Message  of  salvation. 


INVITATION. 


3  When  the  storms  are  o'er  us, 
And  dark  clouds  before  us, 
Then  its  light  directeth, 
And  our  way  protecteth. 

4  Who  can  tell  the  pleasure, 
Who  recount  the  treasure, 
By  Thy  word  imparted 

To  the  simple-hearted  ? 

5  Word  of  mercy,  giving 
Succor  to  the  living  ; 
Word  of  life,  supplying 
Comfort  to  the  dying  ! 

6  Oh,  that  we,  discerning 
Its  most  holy  learning, 

Lord,  may  love  and  fear  Thee  ! 
Evermore  be  near  Thee  ! 

H.  W.  Baker. 


378 


7s.6s- 


'  '  COME  unto  Me,  ye  weary, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest." 
O  blessed  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  hearts  opprest! 
It  tells  of  benediction, 

Of  pardon,  grace,  and  peace, 
Of  joy  that  hath  no  ending, 

Of  love  which  cannot  cease. 

2  "Come  unto  Me,  dear  children, 

And  I  will  give  you  light." 
O  loving  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  cheer  the  night. 
Our  hearts  were  filled  with  sadness, 

And  we  had  lost  our  way  ; 
But  He  has  brought  us  gladness 

And  songs  at  break  of  day. 

10 


290  INVITATION. 


3  "Come  unto  Me,  ye  weary, 

And  I  will  give  you  life." 
O  cheering  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  comes  to  aid  our  strife, 
The  foe  is  stern  and  eager, 

The  fight  is  fierce  and  long ; 
But  Thou  hast  made  us  mighty 

And  stronger  than  the  strong. 

4  * '  And  whosoever  cometh  . 

I  will  not  cast  him  out." 
O  welcome  voice  of  Jesus, 

Which  drives  away  our  doubt, 
Which  calls  us,  very  sinners, 

Unworthy  though  we  be 
Of  love  so  free  and  boundless, 

To  come,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee. 

W.  C.  Dix. 

379  L  M 

"TAKE  up  thy  cross,"  the  Saviour  said, 
' '  If  thou  wouldst  My  disciple  be  ; 

Take  up  thy  cross  with  willing  heart 
And  humbly  follow  after  Me." 

2  Take  up  thy  cross ;   let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  thy  heart,   and  nerve   thine 
arm. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  nor  heed  the  shame  ; 

Nor  let  thy  foolish  pride  "rebel ; 
Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  hell. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  Christ, 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down  ; 
For  only  he  who  bears  the  cross 
May  hope  to  wear  the  glorious  crown. 

C.  W.  Everest. 


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380  L  M- 

GOD  calling  yet !   shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !   shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  His  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  His  kind  care  repay? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !   and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 

And  shall  I  dare  His  Spirit  grieve? 

4  God  calling  yet !   and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake ; 
He  calls  me  still :  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !     I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay. 

Vain  world,  farewell,  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

G.  Tersteegen.     Tr.  S.  B.  Findlater. 

381  s  M 

THE  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Is  whispering,  * '  Sinner,  come  ;  " 

The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  His  children,  "Come." 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  "Come;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 


INVITATION. 


3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  : 
'Tis  Jesus  .bids  him  come. 

4  Lo,  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "I  quickly  come;*' 
Lord,  even  so  ;   I  wait  Thine  hour ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come. 

1L  U.  Onderdonk. 

382  L- M- 

BEHOLD,  the  Master  passeth  by ! 
Oh  seest  thou  not  His  pleading  eye  ? 
.    With  low  sad  voice  He  calleth  thee, 
"Leave  this  vain  world  and  follow  Me." 

2  O  soul,  bowed  down  with  harrowing  care, 
Hast  thou  no  thought  for  heaven  to  spare  ? 
From  earthly  toils  lift  up  thine  eye  ; 
Behold,  the  Master  passeth  by  ! 

3  One  heard  Him  calling  long  ago, 
And  straightway  left  all  things  below, 
Counting  his  earthly  gain  as  loss 
For  Jesus  and  His  blessed  cross. 

4  That  "Follow  Me"  his  faithful  ear 
Seemed  every  day  afresh  to  hear ; 
Its  echoes  stirred  his  spirit  still, 

And  fired  his  hope,  and  nerved  his  will. 

5  God  gently  calls  us  every  day : 
Why  should  we  then  our  bliss  delay? 
Thou,  Lord,  e'en  now  art  calling  me,  — 
I  will  leave  all,  and  follow  Thee. 

W..  W.  How  (verses  4,  5,  alt.fr.  T.  Ken). 


INVITATION.  293 


383  7s 

COME,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  My  paths  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 

Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  ; 

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld. 


384 

HARK  !   my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word  : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
1  *  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  ' '  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be ; 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 


7s. 


294  INVITATION. 


4  "Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  ' '  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done ; 
Partner  of  My  Throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  Me?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore ; 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  ! 

W.  Cowper. 

385  7s- 81 

SINNERS,  turn  !    Why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Maker  asks  you  why, 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live. 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn  !    Why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you  why, 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
God,  who  died  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  ye  let  Him  die  in  vain, 
Crucify  the  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  His  grace  and  die? 

3  Sinners,  turn  !    Why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why, 
God,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  His  love. 


INVITATION.  295 


Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God  and  die? 

C.  Wesley. 

386  83'8'3- 

ART  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 

Art  thou  sore  distrest? 
"Come  to  Me,"  saith  One,  "and,  coming, 

Be  at  rest." 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  guide? 

"In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns? 
' '  Yea,  a  crown,  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns."' 

4  If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here  ? 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 
Many  a  tear." 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
"Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  passed." 

6  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay? 
"Not  till  earth  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 

7  Finding,  following,  keeping,  struggling, 

Is  He  sure  to  bless? 
"Saints,  apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 
Answer,  Yes." 

J.  M.  Neale. 


INVITATION. 


387  7s-  « 

FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear, 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear  : 
4 '  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored ; 
To  Thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam  : 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come ! " 

3  "Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  friend, 
Safe  your  spirit  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  My  eternal  home  : 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! " 

T.  Haweis. 


388 


7s,  6s.  81. 


TO-DAY  Thy  mercy  calls  us 

To  wash  away  our  sin, 
However  great  our  trespass, 

Whatever  we  have  been  ; 
However  long  from  mercy 

Our  hearts  have  turned  away, 
Thy  precious  blood  can  cleanse  us, 

And  make  us  white  to-day. 

2  To-day  Thy  gate  is  open, 

And  all  who  enter  in 
Shall  find  a  Father's  welcome, 
And  pardon  for  their  sin. 


SALVATION.  297 


The  past  shall  be  forgotten, 

A  present  joy  be  given, 
A  future  grace  be  promised, 

A  glorious  crown  in  heaven. 

3  To-day  our  Father  calls  us, 

His  Holy  Spirit  waits  ; 
His  blessed  angels  gather 

Around  the  heavenly  gates. 
No  question  will  be  asked  us 

How  often  we  have  come  ; 
Although  we  oft  have  wandered, 

It  is  our  Father's  home. 

4  O  all-embracing  mercy  ! 

O  ever-open  door  ! 
What  should  we  do  without  Thee 

When  heart  and  eyes  run  o'er? 
When  all  things  seem  against  us, 

To  drive  us  to  despair, 
We  know  one  gate  is  open, 

One  ear  will  hear  our  prayer. 

0.  Allen. 


389 


7s,  6s.  81. 


WE  stand  in  deep  repentance 

Before  Thy  throne  of  love  ; 
O  God  of  grace,  forgive  us, 

The  stain  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Behold  us  while  with  weeping 

We  lift  our  eyes  to  Thee, 
And,  all  our  sins  subduing, 

Our  Father,  set  us  free. 

2  O  shouldst  Thou  from  us,  fallen, 
Withhold  Thy  grace  to  guide, 
Forever  we  should  wander 
From  Thee,  and  peace,  aside  ; 


398  SALVATION. 


But  Thou  to  spirits  contrite 
Dost  light  and  life  impart, 

That  man  may  learn  to  serve  Thee 
With  thankful,  joyous  heart. 

3  Our  souls  —  on  Thee  we  cast  them, 

Our  only  refuge  Thou  ! 
Thy  cheering  words  revive  us, 

When  pressed  with  grief  we  bow: 
Thou  bear'st  the  trusting  spirit 

Upon  Thy  loving  breast, 
And  givest  all  Thy  ransomed 

A  sweet,  unending  rest. 

Tr.  E.  Palmer. 


390 


7s.   61. 


ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  law's  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  : 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die  ? 


SALVATION. 


4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne  ; 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ! 

A.  M.  Toplady. 

391  6,6,6,4,8,8,4. 

BEHOLD  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
O  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  Thou  hast  died : 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
My  only  refuge  let  me  make 

Thy  pierced  side. 

2  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
Into  the  sacred  flood 

Of  Thy  most  precious  blood 

My  soul  I  cast ; 

Wash  me  and  make  me  clean  within, 
And  keep  me  pure  from  every  sin, 

Till  life  be  past. 

3  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God! 
All  hail,  incarnate  Word, 
Thou  everlasting  Lord, 

Saviour  most  blest; 
Fill  us  with  love  that  never  faints, 
Grant  us,  with  all  Thy  blessed  saints, 

Eternal  rest. 

4  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone 

That  sitteth  on  the  throne 

Of  God  above ; 

One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  days, 
One  with  the  Comforter  in  praise, 

All  light  and  love. 

M.  Bridges. 


300  SALVATION. 


392  7*. 

PRINCE  of  Peace,  control  my  will ; 
Bid  this  struggling  heart  be  still ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doubtings  cease  ; 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  to  God. 
Peace  I  ask,  but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  Thee. 

3  May  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done, 
May  Thy  will  and  mine  be  one  ; 
Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart, 
Now  Thy  perfect  peace  impart. 

4  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
Thou  my  life,  my  God,  my  all  ! 
Let  Thy  happy  servant  be 

One  for  evermore  with  Thee. 

M.  S.  B.  Shindler. 

393  c  M 

JESUS,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  friend : 

As  such  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
Now,  in  the  fulness  of  Thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 

While  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


SALVATION.  301 


4  Lord,  I  am  guilty,  I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer  God, 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

P.  Burnham. 

8,6,8,8,6. 


394 

ETERNAL  Light  !  eternal  Light  ! 

How  pure  the  soul  must  be, 
When,  placed  within  Thy  searching  sight, 
It  shrinks  not,  but  with  calm  delight 

Can  live,  and  look  on  Thee  ! 

2  The  spirits  that  surround  Thy  throne 

May  bear  the  burning  bliss  ; 
But  that  is  surely  theirs  alone, 
Since  they  have  never,  never  known 

A  fallen  world  like  this. 

3  Oh,  how  shall  I,  whose  native  sphere 

Is  dark,  whose  mind  is  dim, 
Before  the  Ineffable  appear, 
And  on  my  naked  spirit  bear 

The  uncreated  beam  ? 

4  There  is  a  way  for  man  to  rise 

To  that  sublime  abode,  — 
An  offering  and  a  sacrifice, 
A  Holy  Spirit's  energies, 

An  advocate  with  God. 

5  These,  these  prepare  us  for  the  sight 

Of  holiness  above  : 
The  sons  of  ignorance  and  night 
May  dwell  in  the  eternal  Light, 

Through  the  eternal  Love. 

T.  Binney. 


SALVATION. 


395  s  M 

OH  CEASE,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 

All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 

Behold  the  open  door ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

W.  A.  Muhlenberg. 

396  8,6,8,8,6. 

O  SAVIOUR,  where  shall  guilty  man 

Find  rest  except  in  Thee? 
Thine  was  the  warfare  with  his  foe, 
The  cross  of  pain,  the  cup  of  woe, 
And  Thine  the  victory. 

2  How  came  the  everlasting  Son, 

The  Lord  of  life,  to  die  ? 
Why  didst  Thou  meet  the  tempter's  power, 
Why,  Jesus,  in  Thy  dying  hour, 

Endure  such  agony? 

3  To  save  us  by  Thy  precious  blood, 

To  make  us  one  in  Thee, 
That  ours  might  be  Thy  perfect  life, 
Thy  thorny  crown,  Thy  cross,  Thy  strife, 

And  ours  the  victory. 

4  Oh,  make  us  worthy,  gracious  Lord, 

Of  all  Thy  love  to  be  ; 
To  Thy  blest  will  our  wills  incline, 
That  unto  death  we  may  be  Thine, 

And  ever  live  in  Thee. 

C.  E.  May. 


SALVATION. 


397  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

THY  'works,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 

They  tell  me  all  is  done ; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart. 

To  whom,  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 

For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

2  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins,  that  none  in  heaven 

Or  earth  could  bear  but  God. 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee? 

3  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  paid  the  ransom  due ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 

Would  have  been  all  too  few. 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

4  Thy  righteousness,  O  Christ, 

Alone  can  cover  me ; 
No  righteousness  avails 

Save  that  which  is  of  Thee. 
To  whom,  save  Thee,  who  canst  alone 
For  sin  atone,  Lord,  shall  I  flee  ? 

H.  Bonar. 

398  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Keturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


804  SALVATION. 


2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

C.   Wesley. 

399  °  M 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins, 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save. 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

W.  Cowper. 


PENITENCE  AND   CONFESSION.  305 


400  °  M- 

O  JESUS,  Saviour  of  the  lost, 

My  rock  and  hiding  place, 
By  storms  of  sin  and  sorrow  toss'd, 

I  seek  Thy  sheltering  grace. 

2  Guilty,  forgive  me,  Lord,  I  cry, 

Pursued  by  foes,  I  come  ; 
A  sinner,  save  me,  or  I  die, 
An  outcast,  take  me  home. 

3  Once  safe  in  Thine  almighty  arms, 

Let  storms  come  on  amain  ; 
There  danger  never,  never  harms, 
There  death  itself  is  gain. 

4  And  when  I  stand  before  Thy  throne, 

And  all  Thy  glories  see, 
Still  be  my  righteousness  alone 
To  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 

401  °  M- 

LORD  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee  ? 

O  height,  O  depth  of  love  ! 
Thou  one  with  us  on  Calvary, 

We  one  with  Thee  above. 

2  Such  was  Thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
With  us  of  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  misery,  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Confessed  and  borne  by  Thee  ; 
The    gall,    the    curse,    the    wrath,   were 

Thine, 
To  set  Thy  members  free. 


806  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

4  Ascended  now,  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  Thou  art  ; 
Nor    life,    nor    death,    nor    depth,    nor 

height 
Thy  saints  and  Thee  can  part. 

5  Oh,  teach  us,  Lord,  to  know  and  own 

This  wondrous  mystery, 
That  Thou  with  us  art  truly  one, 
And  we  are  one  with  Thee. 

6  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 

When,  seated  on  Thy  throne, 
.  Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 
That  Thou  with  us  art  one. 

J.  G.  Deck. 

402  c- M- 8L 

O  LORD,  turn  not  Thy  face  away 

From  them  that  lowly  lie, 
Lamenting  sore  their  sinful  life, 

With  tears  and  bitter  cry. 
Thy  mercy-gates  are  open  wide 

To  them  that  mourn  their  sin  ; 
O  shut  them  not  against  us,  Lord, 

But  let  us  enter  in. 

2  We  need  not  to  confess  our  fault, 

For  surely  Thou  canst  tell ; 
What  we  have  done,  and  what  we  are, 

Thou  knowest  very  well. 
Wherefore,  to  beg  and  to  entreat, 

With  tears  we  come  to  Thee, 
As  children  that  have  done  amiss 

Fall  at  their  father's  knee. 

3  And  need  we,  then,  O  Lord,  repeat 

The  blessing  which  we  crave, 
When  Thou  dost  know,  before  we  speak, 
The  thing  that  we  would  have. 


PENITENCE  AND   CONFESSION.  307 

Mercy,  O  Lord,  we  mercy  ask, 

This  is  the  total  sum ; 
For  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  our  prayer ; 

O  let  Thy  mercy  come  ! 

J.  Markant.    Alt.  R.  Heber. 

403  °  M 

WHEN  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand, 

Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

8  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'T  is  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief, 
His  heart  that's  touched  with  all  our  joys, 
And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord, 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounded  side. 

Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander.    Alt. 


404 

DEPTH  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare? 


7s. 


308  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face, 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls, 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are, 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare ; 
Cries,  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up!" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 

Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands; 
God  is  love  :  I  know,  I  feel : 
Jesus  lives  and  loves  me  still. 

C.  Wesley. 

405  7s  81 

SAVIOUR  !  when  in  dust  to  Thee 
Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee, 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  eyes, 
Oh,  by  all  Thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

2  By  Thy  helpless  infant  years, 
By  Thy  life  of  want  and  tears, 
By  Thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  savage  wilderness, 

By  the  dread  mysterious  hour, 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power : 
Turn,  oh  turn  a  favoring  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

3  By  the  sacred  grief  that  wept 

O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept ; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode  ; 


PENITENCE   AND   CONFESSION. 


By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told  ; 
Treachery  lurked  within  Thy  fold  ; 
From  Thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

4  By  Thine  hour  of  dire  despair, 
By  Thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear,  and  torturing  scorn  ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
O'er  the  dreadful  sacrifice ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany  ! 

5  By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan  ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone  ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God  : 

Oh  !  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty,  re-ascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  litany ! 

H.  Grant. 

406  L  M 

WITH  broken  heart,  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 

With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed; 
Christ  and  His  Cross  my  only  plea  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies ; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 


310  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 

C.  Elven. 


407 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  JESUS,  Thou  art  standing 

Outside  the  fast-closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er  : 
Shame  on  us,  Christian  brothers, 

His  Name  and  sign  who  bear : 
Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us, 

To  keep  Him  standing  there ! 

2  0  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking : 

And  lo !  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  Thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred : 
O  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
O  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate? 

3  0  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"I  died  for  you,  My  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  Me  so  ? " 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  nevermore. 

w.  w.  Haw. 


408 


PENITENCE   AND   CONFESSION.  311 


7s,  6s.  81. 


I  KNOW  no  life  divided, 

0  Lord  of  life  !  from  Thee  ; 
In  Thee  is  life  provided 

For  all  mankind  and  me  ; 
I  know  no  death,  O  Jesus ! 

Because  I  live  in  Thee  ; 
Thy  death  it  is  which  frees  us 

From  death  eternally. 

2  I  fear  no  tribulation, 

Since,  whatsoe'er  it  be, 
It  makes  no  separation 

Between  my  Lord  and  me  : 
If  Thou,  my  God  and  teacher  ; 

Vouchsafe  to  be  my  own, 
Though  poor,  I  shall  be  richer 

Than  monarch  on  his  throne. 

3  Lord  !  with  this  truth  impress  me, 

And  write  it  on  my  heart, 
To  comfort,  cheer,  and  bless  me, 

That  Thou  my  Saviour  art ; 
Without  Thy  love  to  guide  me, 

1  should  be  wholly  lost ; 

The  floods  would  quickly  hide  me, 
On  life's  wide  ocean  tost, 

(German}  C.  J.  P.  Spitta.    Tr.  R.  Massie. 


409 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  JESUS,  our  Salvation, 

Low  at  Thy  cross  we  lie  ; 
Lord,  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

Hear  our  bewailing  cry. 
We  come  to  Thee  with  mourning, 

We  come  to  Thee  in  woe  ; 
With  contrite  hearts  returning, 

And  tears  that  overflow. 


312  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

2  O  gracious  Intercessor, 

O  Priest  within  the  veil, 
Plead,  for  each  lost  transgressor, 

The  blood  that  cannot  fail. 
We  spread  our  sins  before  Thee, 

We  tell  them  one  by  one  ; 
Oh,  for  Thy  Name's  great  glory, 

Forgive  all  we  have  done. 

3  Oh,  by  Thy  cross  and  passion, 

Thy  tears  and  agony, 
And  crown  of  cruel  fashion, 

And  death  on  Calvary  ; 
By  all  that  untold  suffering 

Endured  by  Thee  alone, 
O  Priest !  O  spotless  Offering, 

Plead  for  us,  and  atone. 

J.  Hamilton. 

410  LM 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  friend  !  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  Thine  arms,  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  heal  my  sin-sick  soul ; 

'T  is  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  Thou  art  mine, 
Until  in  me  Thine  image  shine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 

That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee  ; 
Here  then,  to  Thee,  I  all  resign  ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  Thine. 

4  What  can  I  say,  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord  !  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  love ; 

I  give  up  every  plea  beside  ; 

Lord  !  I'm  condemned,  but  Thou  hast  died. 

C.  Wesley. 


PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION.  313 

411  ^ 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  and  fears  within,  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind, 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

C.  Elliott. 

412  .  w,5 

LORD  of  mercy  and  of  might, 
Of  mankind  the  life  and  light, 
Maker,  teacher  infinite, 
Jesus,  hear  and  save. 


814  PENITENCE   AND   CONFESSION. 

2  Mighty  monarch,  Saviour  mild, 
Humbled  to  a  mortal  child, 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

3  Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

4  Soon  to  come  to  earth  again, 
Judge  of  angels  and  of  men, 
Hear  us  now,  and  hear  us  then, 

Jesus,  hear  and  save. 

R.  Heber. 


413 


7,7,7,5. 


GOD  of  pity,  God  of  grace, 
When  we  humbly  seek  Thy  face, 
Bend  from  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
Hear,  forgive  and  save. 

2  When  Thy  love  our  hearts  shall  fill, 
And  we  long  to  do  Thy  will, 
Turning  to  Thy  holy  hill : 

Lord,  accept  and  save. 

3  Should  we  wander  from  Thy  fold, 
And  our  love  to  Thee  grow  cold, 
With  a  pitying  eye  behold ; 

Lord,  forgive  and  save. 

4  And  whatever  our  cry  may  be, 
When  we  lift  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
From  our  burden  set  us  free  : 

Hear,  forgive  and  save. 

Eliza  F.  Morris. 


414 


PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION.  815 


M. 


OUT  of  the  deep  I  call 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 

Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 

The  woeful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 

3  Out  of  the  deep  of  fear, 

And  dread  of  coming  shame. 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  precious  name. 

4  Lord,  there  is  mercy  now, 

As  ever  was,  with  Thee  ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  bow, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


415 


7s.  31. 


LORD,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day, 
Ere  the  time  shall  pass  away, 
On  our  knees  we  fall  and  pray. 

2  Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  tears, 

Fill  us  with  heart-searching  fears, 
Ere  that  day  of  doom  appears. 

3  Lord,  on  us  Thy  Spirit  pour, 
Kneeling  lowly  at  Thy  door, 
Ere  it  close  for  evermore. 

4  By  Thy  night  of  agony, 
By  Thy  supplicating  cry, 
By  Thy  willingness  to  die, 


816  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

5  By  Thy  tears  of  bitter  woe 
For  Jerusalem  below, 

Let  us  not  Thy  love  forego. 

6  Judge  and  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Grant  us  when  we  see  Thy  face, 
With  Thy  ransomed  ones  a  place. 

7  On  Thy  love  we  rest  alone, 

And  that  love  shall  then  be  known 
By  the  pardoned,  round  Thy  throne. 

/.  Williams. 

416  7s.  31. 

HEAL  me,  O  my  Saviour,  heal ; 
Heal  me  as  I  suppliant  kneel ; 
Heal  me,  and  my  pardon  seal. 

2  Fresh  the  wounds  that  sin  hath  made ; 
Hear  the  prayers  I  oft  have  prayed, 
And  in  mercy  send  me  aid. 

3  Helpless,  none  can  help  me  now ; 
Cheerless,  none  can  cheer  but  Thou ; 
Suppliant,  Lord,  to  Thee  I  bow. 

4  Thou  the  true  physician  art  ; 
Thou,  O  Christ,  canst  health  impart, 
Binding  up  the  bleeding  heart. 

5  Other  comforters  are  gone  ; 
Thou  canst  heal,  and  Thou  alone, 
Thou-  for  all  my  sin  atone. 

G.  Thring. 

417  8s,  7s.  81, 

TAKE  my  heart,  0  Father,  take  it, 
Make  and  keep  it  all  Thine  own  ; 

Let  Thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it  — 
This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 


PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION.  317 

Father,  make  me  pure  and  lowly, 
Fond  of  peace  and  far  from  strife, 

Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

2  Ever  let  Thy  grace  surround  me ; 

Strengthen  me  with  powrer  divine, 
Till  Thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  me  ; 

Make  me  to  be  wholly  Thine. 
May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  me, 

And  my  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  me, 

Guide  me  in  the  path  to  heaven. 

Anon. 
413  8s,  7s.  81. 

TAKE  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me, 

Take  me,  save  me,  through  Thy  Son ; 
That,  which  Thou  wouldst  have  me,  make  me, 

Let  Thy  will  in  me  be  done. 
Long  from  Thee  my  footsteps  straying, 

Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod ; 
Weary  come  I  now,  and  praying 

Take  me  to  Thy  love,  my  God. 

2  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humbly  I  confess  my  sin  ; 
At  Thy  feet,  O  Father,  falling, 

To  Thy  household  take  me  in. 
Freely  now  to  Thee  I  proffer 

This  relenting  heart  of  mine ; 
Freely,  life  and  soul  I  offer, 

Gift  unworthy  love  like  Thine. 

3  Once  the  world's  Redeemer,  dying, 

Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 
Now  I  look  in  hope  to  Thee. 


318  PENITENCE  AND   CONFESSION. 

Father,  take  me  ;   all  forgiving, 
Fold  me  to  Thy  loving  breast ; 

In  Thy  love  for  ever  living, 
I  must  be  for  ever  blest. 

S.  Palmer. 


419 


7s,  6s.  91. 


THE  way  is  long  and  dreary, 

The  path  is  bleak  and  bare, 
Our  feet  are  worn  and  weary, 

But  we  will  not  despair. 
More  heavy  was  Thy  burden, 

More  desolate  Thy  way  : 
O  Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 

The  sin  of  the  world  away, 
Have  mercy  upon  us ! 

2  The  snows  lie  thick  around  us 

In  the  dark  and  gloomy  night, 
The  tempest  roars  above  us, 

The  stars  have  hid  their  light ; 
But  blacker  was  the  darkness 

Round  Calvary's  cross  that  day : 
O  Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 

The  sin  of  the  world  away, 
Have  mercy  upon  us  ! 

3  Our  hearts  are  faint  with  sorrow, 

Heavy  and  sad  to  bear ; 
We  dread  the  bitter  morrow, 

But  we  will  not  despair. 
Thou  knowest  all  our  anguish, 
And  Thou  wilt  bid  it  cease  : 
O  Lamb  of  God,  who  takest 
The  sin  of  the  world  away, 
O  give  to  us  Thy  peace ! 

A.  A.  Procter. 


PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION.  319 

420  8,8,8,6. 

O  THOU,  the  contrite  sinner's  friend,   . 
Who,  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 
That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  When,  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far-off  appears  my  resting-place, 
And  fainting  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 
Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

8  When  I  have  err'd  and  gone  astray 
Afar  from  Thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimmering  guiding  ray, 
Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

4  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold, 

And  plead,  oh,  plead  for  me  ! 

5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darken'd  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

Pleading  in  Heaven  for  me. 

a  Elliott. 

f\  *j  I  0,0,0,6. 

TTrfO  JL 

His  are  the  thousand  sparkling  rills 
That  from  a  thousand  fountains  burst, 

And  fill  with  music  all  the  hills, 
And  yet  he  saith,  "I  thirst." 

2  All  fiery  pangs  on  battle-fields, 

On  fever-beds  where  sick  ones  toss, 
Are  in  that  human  cry  He  yields 
To  anguish  on  the  cross. 


320  PENITENCE   AND   CONFESSION. 

3  But  more  than  pains  that  racked  Him  then, 

Was  the  deep  longing  thirst  divine, 
.That  thirsted  for  the  souls  of  men; 
Dear  Lord  !   and  one  was  mine. 

4  O  Love  most  patient,  give  me  grace ; 

Make  all  my  soul  athirst  for  Thee  : 
That  parched  dry  lip,  that  fading  face, 
That  thirst  was  all  for  me. 

Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander. 

422  p-  M. 

OUT  of  the  depths  I  cry  to  Thee, 
Lord  God,  oh  hear  my  wailing  ! 

Thy  gracious  ear  incline  to  me, 
And  make  my  prayer  availing. 

On  my  misdeeds  in  mercy  look, 

Oh  deign  to  blot  them  from  Thy  book, 
Or  who  can  stand  before  Thee? 

2  Thy  sovereign  grace  and  boundless  love 

Make  Thee,  O  Lord,  forgiving  ; 
My  purest  thoughts  and  deeds  but  prove 

Sin  in  my  heart  is  living  : 
None  guiltless  in  Thy  sight  appear  ; 
All  who  approach  Thy  throne  must  fear, 

And  humbly  trust  Thy  mercy. 

3  Thou  canst  be  merciful  while  just,  — 

This  is  my  hope's  foundation  ; 
On  Thy  redeeming  grace  I  trust, 

Grant  me,  then,  Thy  salvation. 
Shielded  by  Thee,  I  stand  secure  ; 
Thy  word  is  firm,  Thy  promise  sure, 

And  I  rely  upon  Thee. 

4  Like  those  who  watch  for  midnight's  hour 

To  hail  the  dawning  morrow, 
I  wait  for  Thee,  I  trust  Thy  power, 
Unmoved  by  doubt  or  sorrow. 


PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION.  321 

So  thus  let  Israel  hope  in  Thee, 
And  he  shall  find  Thy  mercy  free, 
And  Thy  redemption  plenteous. 

5  Where'er  the  greatest  sins  abound, 

By  grace  they  are  exceeded  ; 

Thy  helping  hand  is  always  found 

With  aid,  where  aid  is  needed : 

Thy  hand,  the  only  hand  to  save, 

Will  rescue  Israel  from  the  grave, 

And  pardon  his  transgression. 

M.  Luther.     Tr.  New  Cong.  H.  B. 


423 


10s. 


WEARY  of  earth  and  laden  with  my  sin, 
I  look  at  heav'n  and  long  to  enter  in, 
But  there  no  evil  thing  may  find  a  home ; 
And    yet    I    hear    a    voice    that    bids    me 
"Come." 

2  So  vile  I  am,  how  dare  I  hope  to  stand 
In  the  pure  glory  of  that  holy  land? 
Before  the  whiteness  of  that  Throne  appear  ? 
Yet  there  are  hands  stretched  out  to  draw 

me  near. 

3  The  while  I  fain  would  tread  the  heavenly 

way, 

Evil  is  ever  with  me  day  by  day; 
Yet  on  mine  ears  the  gracious  tidings  fall, 
"Repent,    confess,    thou    shalt    be    loosed 

from  all." 

4  It  is  the  voice  of  Jesus  that  I  hear, 

His  are  the  hands  stretch'd  out  to  draw  me 

near, 

And  His  the  blood  that  can  for  all  atone, 
And  set  me  faultless  there  before  the  throne. 


PENITENCE   AND   CONFESSION. 


5  'Twas  He  who  found  me  on   the  deathly 

wild, 
And  made  me  heir  of  heav'n,  the  Father's 

child. 
And   day   by  day,   whereby   my  soul  may 

live, 
Gives  me  His  grace  of  pardon,    and  will 

give. 

6  O  great  Absolver,  grant  my  soul  may  wear 
The  lowliest  garb  of  penitence  and  prayer, 
That  in  the   Father's    courts    my  glorious 

dress 
May  be  the  garment  of  Thy  righteousness. 

7  Yea,   Thou   wilt   answer  for  me,  righteous 

Lord, 

Thine  all  the   merits,    mine  the  great  re- 
ward ; 
Thine  the  sharp  thorns,  and  mine  the  golden 

crown, 

Mine  the  life  won,  and  Thine  the  life  laid 
down. 

8  Nought  can  I  bring,   dear  Lord,   for  all  I 

owe, 

Yet  let  my  full  heart  what  it  can  bestow  ; 
Like  Mary's  gift,  let  my  devotion  prove, 
Forgiven  greatly,  how  I  greatly  love. 

S.  J.  Stone. 

424  s  M 

BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 

The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 

To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 


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3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

5  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  Abba,  Father !  cry, 
And  Thou  the  kindred  own. 

I.  Watts. 


425 


7,6,8,6,8,6,8,6. 


BENEATH  the  cross  of  Jesus 

I  fain  would  take  my  stand, 
The  shadow  of  a  mighty  rock 

Within  a  weary  land  ; 
A  home  within  the  wilderness, 

A  rest  upon  the  way, 
From  the  burning  of  the  noon-tide  heat 

And  the  burden  of  the  day. 

2  Upon  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

Mine  eye  at  times  can  see 
The  very  dying  form  of  one 

Who  suffered  there  for  me. 
And  from  my  smitten  heart  with  tears, 

These  wonders  I  confess,  — 
The  wonder  of  His  glorious  love, 

And  my  own  worthlessness. 

3  I  take,  0  Cross,  thy  shadow 

For  my  abiding-place  ; 
I  ask  no  other  sunshine  than 
The  sunshine  of  His  face  ; 


834  PENITENCE  AND  CONFESSION. 

Content  to  let  the  world  go  by, 

To  know  no  gain  nor  loss, 
My  sinful  self  my  only  shame, 

My  glory  all  the  cross. 

E.  C.  Clephanc. 

426  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

JESUS,  Lord  of  life  and  glory, 

Bend  from  heav'n  Thy  gracious  ear ; 

While  our  waiting  souls  adore  Thee, 
Friend  of  helpless  sinners,  hear : 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

2  From  the  depth  of  nature's  blindness, 

From  the  hardening  power  of  sin, 
From  all  malice  and  unkindness, 
From  the  pride  that  lurks  within, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

3  When  temptation  sorely  presses, 

In  the  day  of  Satan's  power, 
In  our  times  of  deep  distresses, 
In  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

4  When  the  world  around  is  smiling, 

In  the  time  of  wealth  and  ease, 

Earthly  joys  our  hearts  beguiling, 

In  the  day  of  health  and  peace, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

5  In  the  weary  hours  of  sickness, 

In  the  times  of  grief  and  pain, 

When  we  feel  our  mortal  weakness, 

When  all  human  help  is  vain, 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


6  In  the  solemn  hour  of  dying, 
In  the  awful  judgment  day, 
May  our  souls,  on  Thee  relying, 
Find  Thee  still  our  hope  and  stay : 

By  Thy  mercy, 
Oh  deliver  us,  good  Lord. 

J.  J.  Cummins. 


427 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  LAMB  of  God,  still  keep  me 

Near  to  Thy  wounded  side  ; 
'Tis  only  there  in  safety 

And  peace  I  can  abide. 
What  foes  and  snares  surround  me  ! 

What  doubts  and  fears  within  ! 
The  grace  that  sought  and  found  me 

Alone  can  keep  me  clean. 

2  'Tis  only  in  Thee  hiding 

I  feel  my  life  secure ; 
Only  in  Thee  abiding 

The  conflict  can  endure. 
Thine  arm  the  victory  gaineth 

O'er  every  hurtful  foe ; 
Thy  love  my  heart  sustaineth 

In  all  its  care  and  woe. 

3  Soon  shall  mine  eyes  behold  Thee, 

With  rapture,  face  to  face; 
One  half  hath  not  been  told  me 

Of  all  Thy  power  and  grace  : 
Thy  beauty,  Lord,  and  glory, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love, 
Shall  be  the  endless  story 

Of  all  Thy  saints  above. 

J.  G.  Deck. 


820  FAITH   AND  CONSECRATION. 

428  L-  M-  6L 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care, 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noonday  walks  He  shall  attend 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors    overspread, 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  Thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  wants  beguile*; 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

J.  Addison. 

429  L  M- 

LORD,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity  ; 
The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal  ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 


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3  Here,  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

S.  Dames. 

430  s  M- 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 

On  Jewish  altars-  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 

Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  Thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  Thou  didst  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  His  bleeding  love. 

I.  Watts. 

431  SM 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 

Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 


828  FAITH  AND   CONSECRATION. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee : 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

A.  M.  Toplady. 

432  L- M- 

LIFT  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates  ! 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits, 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near, 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 

2  The  Lord  is  just,  a  helper  tried, 
Mercy  is  ever  at  His  side  ; 

His  kingly  crown  is  holiness, 
His  sceptre,  pity  in  distress. 

3  O  blest  the  land,  the  city  blest, 
Where  Christ  the  Ruler  is  confest ; 
O  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes 

To  whom  this  King  of  triumph  comes. 

4  Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart, 
Make  it  a  temple,  set  apart 

From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy. 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


5  Redeemer,  come ;  I  open  wide 

My  heart  to  Thee :  here,  Lord,  abide. 
Let  me  Thy  inner  presence  feel ; 
Thy  grace  and  love  in  me  reveal. 

6  So  come,  my  Sovereign  !  enter  in  ; 
Let  new  and  nobler  life  begin  ; 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  guide  us  on, 
Until  the  glorious  goal  be  won. 

G.  Weissel.    Tr.  C.  Wirikwwth.    Alt. 


433 


S.  M. 


JESUS,  I  live  to  Thee, 

The  lovliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 

In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus,  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  heaven  for  ever  mine. 

H.  Harbaugh. 


434 


C.  M.  61 


FATHER,  I  know  that  all  my  life 
Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 

The  changes  that  are  sure  to  come, 
I  do  not  fear  to  see  : 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 
Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 


330  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 

2  I  ask  Thee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  constant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  joyful  smiles, 

To  wipe  the  weeping  eyes ; 
A  heart  at  leisure  from  itself 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 

3  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  ; 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate ; 
A  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  Him  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side, 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

6  In  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me  ; 
My  secret  heart  is  taught  the  truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free ; 
A  life  of  self -renouncing  love 

Is  one  of  liberty. 

A.L.  Waring.    Alt. 
L.  M.  61. 


435 


THOU  hidden  source  of  calm  repose, 
Thou  all-sufficient  Love  divine, 

My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 
Secure  I  am,  if  Thou  art  mine ; 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  331 

And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Jesus,  in  Thy  name. 

2  Thy  mighty  name  salvation  is, 

And  keeps  my  happy  soul  above  ; 
Comfort  it  brings,  and  power,  and  peace, 

And  joy,  and  everlasting  love  ; 
To  me,  with  Thy  dear  name,  are  given 
Pardon,  and  holiness,  and  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  all  in  all  Thou  art, 

My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain, 
The  medicine  of  my  broken  heart, 

In  war,  my  peace,  in  loss,  my  gain, 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown, 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown  ; 

4  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply, 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power, 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty, 

My  light  in  Satan's  darkest  hour, 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable, — 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 

C.  Wesley. 

436  o.  M.  ei. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depth  unfathomed  no  man  knows, 

I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light, 
Inly  I  sigh  for  Thy  repose  : 

My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 

At  rest  till  it  finds  rest  in  Thee. 

2  'T  is  mercy  all  that  Thou  hast  brought 
My  mind  to  seek  her  peace  in  Thee ; 
Yet  while  I  seek,  but  find  Thee  not, 

No  peace  my  wandering  soul  shall  see  : 
Oh,  when  shall  all  my  wanderings  end, 
And  all  my  steps  to  Thee- ward  tend ! 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 


3  O  Love,  Thy  sovereign  aid  impart 

To  save  me  from  low-thoughted  care  ; 
Chase  this  self-will  through  all  my  heart, 

Through  all  its  latent  mazes  there  ; 
Make  me  Thy  duteous  child,  that  I 
Ceaseless  may  "Abba,  Father,"  cry. 

4  Each  moment  draw  from  earth  away 

My  heart,  that  lowly  waits  Thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say 

UI  am  thy  Love,  thy  God,  thy  All." 
To  feel  Thy  power,  to  hear  Thy  voice, 
To  taste  Thy  love,  be  all  my  choice. 

G.Tersteegen.    Tr.  J.  Wesley. 

437  6,4,6,4,6,6,4. 

THY  love  to  me,  O  Christ, 

Thy  love  to  me, 
Not  mine  to  Thee,  I  plead, 

Not  mine  to  Thee  : 
This  is  my  comfort  strong, 
This  is  my  only  song, 

Thy  love  to  me. 

2  Thy  record  I  believe, 

Thy  word  to  me  ; 
Thy  love  I  now  receive, 

Full,  changeless,  free, — 
Love  from  the  sinless  Son, 
Love  to  the  sinful  one, 

Thy  love  to  me. 

3  Immortal  love  of  Thine, 

Thy  sacrifice, 
Infinite  need  of  mine 

Only  supplies. 
Streams  of  divinest  power, 
Flow  to  me,  hour  by  hour, 

Thy  love  to  me. 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


4  Let  me  more  clearly  trace, 

Thy  love  to  me, 
See  in  the  Father's  face, 

His  love  to  Thee ; 
Know  as  He  loves  the  Son, 
So  dost  Thou  love  Thine  own 
Thy  love  to  me. 

Mrs.  M.  E.  Gates. 

438  L- M- 

MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay, 

And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  dictates,  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  Thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 
And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend  ? 

3  'T  is  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  my  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

4  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

P.  Doddridge. 

439  6,4,6,4,6,6,4. 

MORE  love  to  Thee,  0  Christ, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  pray'r  I  make 

On  bended  knee. 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 


834  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest ; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek  ; 

Give  what  is  best ; 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise,— 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

E.  P.  Prentiss. 

440  6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

NEARER,  O  God,  to  Thee  ! 

Hear  Thou  my  pray'r ; 
E'en  though  a  heavy  cross 

Fainting  I  bear, 
Still  all  my  pray'r  shall  be, 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  If  where  they  led  my  Lord, 

I  too  am  borne, 
Planting  my  steps  in  His, 
Weary  and  worn ; 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 


There  even  let  me  be 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  If  thou  the  cup  of  pain 

Givest  to  drink, 
Let  not  my  trembling  lip 

From  the  draught  shrink; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Though  the  great  battle  rage 

Hotly  around, 
Still  where  my  Captain  fights 

Let  me  be  found  ; 
Through  toils  and  strife  to  be 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

5  And  when  thou,  Lord,  once  more 

Glorious  shalt  come, 
Oh,  for  a  dwelling-place, 

In  Thy  bright  home  ! 
Through  all  eternity 
Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

w.  w.  Haw. 


441 


6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4. 


SAVIOUR,  Thy  dying  love 

Thou  gavest  me, 
Nor  should  I  aught  withhold, 

My  Lord,  from  Thee  ; 
In  love  my  soul  would  bow, 
My  heart  fulfil  its  vow, 
Some  off'ring  bring  Thee  now, 

Something  for  Thee. 


336  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 

2  O'er  the  blest  mercy-seat 

Pleading  for  me, 
My  feeble  faith  looks  up, 

Jesus,  to  Thee. 
Help  me  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Some  song  to  raise,  or  prayer, 

Something  for  Thee. 

3  Give  me  a  faithful  heart, 

Likeness  to  Thee, 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wanderer  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  Thee. 

4  All  that  I  am  and  have, 

Thy  gifts  so  free, 
In  joy,  in  grief,  through  life, 

O  Lord,  for  Thee  ! 
And  when  Thy  face  I  see, 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  be, 
Through  all  eternity, 

Something  for  Thee. 

S.  D.  Phdps. 

442  6,4,6,4,6,6,4. 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone ; 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  337 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  send'st  to  me 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

8.  F.  Adams. 

443  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

MY  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  Thine. 

2  May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 
My  zeal  inspire  ; 


338  FAITH  AND   CONSECRATION. 

As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  Thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  guide ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul  ! 

R.  Palmer. 

444  10s- 

1  LIFT  my  heart  to  Thee,  Saviour  divine, 
For  Thou  art  all  to  me,  and  I  am  Thine. 
Is  there  on  earth  a  closer  bond  than  this, 
That  "my  Beloved's  mine,  and  I  am  His"? 

2  To  Thee,  Thou  bleeding  Lamb,  I  all  things 

owe ; 

All  that  I  have  and  am,  and  all  I  know. 
All  that  I  have  is  now  no  longer  mine, 
And  I  am  not  mine  own ;  Lord,  I  am  Thine. 

3  How  can  I,  Lord,  withhold  life's  brightest 

hour 

From  Thee;  or  gathered  gold,  or  any  power? 
Why  should  I  keep  one  precious  thing  from 

Thee, 
When  Thou  hast  given  Thine  own  dear  self 

for  me? 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


4  I  pray  Thee,  Saviour,  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
Until  death's  holy  sleep  shall  me  remove 
To  that  fair  realm,  where,  sin  and  sorrow  o'er, 
Thou  and  Thine  own  are  one  for  evermore. 

C.  E.  Mudie. 
445  8,8,6,8,8,6. 

O  LORD,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best. 

2  How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wild  alarms  ; 
Oh,  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  Almighty  arms  ! 

3  Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer ; 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 

4  We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should ; 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away ; 
But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  all  the  present  evil  teach 

Sufficient  for  the  day. 

5  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers  ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

J.  Anstice. 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


44(3  8s,  7s. 

COME,  Thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 

Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 

Praise  the  mount ;   I'm  fixed  upon  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love ! 

3  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

5  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart ;   O  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

R.  Robinson. 


447 


7s. 


SOLDIERS  who  to  Christ  belong, 
Trust  ye  in  His  word,  be  strong  ; 
For  His  promises  are  sure, 
His  rewards  for  aye  endure. 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  341 

2  His  no  crowns  that  pass  away  ; 
His  no  palm  that  sees  decay  ; 
His  the  joy  that  shall  not  fade  : 
His  the  light  that  knows  no  shade  : 

3  His  the  home  for  spirits  blest, 
Where  He  gives  them  peaceful  rest, 
Far  above  the  starry  skies, 

In  the  bliss  of  Paradise. 

4  Here  on  earth  ye  can  but  clasp 
Things  that  perish  in  the  grasp  ; 
Lift  your  hearts,  then,  to  the  skies, 
God  Himself  shall  be  your  prize. 

5  Praise  wre  now  with  saints  at  rest 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  blest ; 
For  His  promises  are  sure, 

His  rewards  shall  aye  endure. 
Anon.    Tr.  I.  Williams  ,f  recast  in  The  Hymnary. 

448  7s 

HOLY  Father,  hear  my  cry  ; 

Holy  Saviour,  bend  Thine  ear ; 
Holy  Spirit,  come  Thou  nigh  ; 

Father,  Saviour,  Spirit,  hear. 

2  Father,  save  me  from  my  sin  ; 

Saviour,  I  Thy  mercy  crave  ; 

Gracious  Spirit,  make  me  clean ; 

Father,  Son,  and  Spiri-t,  save. 

3  Father,  let  me  taste  Thy  love ; 

Saviour,  fill  my  soul  with  peace ; 
Spirit,  come  my  heart  to  move  ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  bless. 

4  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  Thou 

One  Jehovah,  shed  abroad 
All  Thy  grace  within  me  now  ; 
Be  my  Father  and  my  God. 

H.  Bonar. 


342  FAITH   AND  CONSECRATION. 

449  8,8,8,6. 

0  HOLY  Saviour,  friend  unseen, 

The  faint,  the  weak,  on  Thee  may  lean ; 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  Thee. 

2  Blest  with  communion  so  divine, 
Take  what  Thou  wilt,  shall  I  repine, 
When,  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  may  cling  to  Thee? 

3  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  joys  remove  ; 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love, 

Still  would  1  cling  to  Thee. 

4  Oft  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 

Some  barren  waste,  with  thorns  overgrown, 
A  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone, 
Whispers,  "Still  cling  to  me." 

5  Though  faith  and  hope  awhile  be  tried, 

1  ask  not,  need  not  aught  beside ; 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 

The  souls  that  cling  to  Thee  ! 

C.  Elliott.    Alt. 


450 


7s. 


SAVIOUR,  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey  ; 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  With  a  childlike  heart  of  love, 
At  Thy  bidding  may  I  move ; 
Prompt  to  serve  and  follow  Thee, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 


FAITH   AND  CONSECRATION.  343 

3  Teach  me  all  Thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  Thy  grace  ; 
Learning  how  to  love  from  Thee ; 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

4  Love  in  loving  finds  employ, 
In  obedience  all  her  joy ; 
Ever  new  that  joy  will  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

5  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe  ; 
Singing,  till  Thy  face  I  see, 

Of  His  love  who  first  loved  me. 

J.  E.  Leeson. 


451 


7s. 


THINE  for  ever !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  for  ever  !  Oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ! 
Saviour,  guardian,  heavenly  friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end  ! 

3  Thine  for  ever  !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife  : 
Thou  the  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

4  Thine  for  ever !  Shepherd,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep, 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

5  Thine  for  ever  !     Thou  our  guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied  ; 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 

M.  F.  Maude. 


344  FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


452 


7s. 


LORD,  for  ever  at  Thy  side 
Let  my  place  and  portion  be; 

Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humility. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive, 

All  Thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken  ;  I  believe, 
Though  the  oracle  be  sealed. 

3  Humble  as  a  little  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 
By  no  subtleties  beguiled, 
On  Thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 

4  Israel  now  and  evermore, 

In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ! 
Him,  in  all  His  ways,  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 

J.  Montgomery. 

453  7s- 8L 

TAKE  my  life,  and  let  it  be 
Consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Take  my  moments  and  my  days, 
Let  them  flow  in  ceaseless  praise  ; 
Take  my  hands,  and  let  them  move 
At  the  impulse  of  Thy  love  ; 
Take  my  feet,  and  let  them  be 
Swift  and  beautiful  for  Thee. 

2  Take  my  voice,  and  let  me  sing 
Always,  only,  for  my  King  ; 
Take  my  lips,  and  let  them  be 
Filled  with  messages  from  Thee  ; 
Take  my  silver  and  my  gold, 
Not  a  mite  would  I  withhold ; 
Take  my  intellect,  and  use 
Every  power  as  Thou  shalt  choose. 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  846 


3  Take  my  will,  and  make  it  Thine, 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine  ; 
Take  my  heart,  it  is  Thine  own, 
It  shall  be  Thy  royal  throne  ; 
Take  my  love,  my  Lord,  I  pour 
At  Thy  feet  its  treasure-store  ; 
Take  myself,  and  I  will  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  Thee. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

454  7s.  81. 

LOVE  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 
Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine, 
.  Ceaseless  struggling  after  life, 
Weary  with  the  endless  strife. 
Saviour,  Jesus,  lend  Thine  aid, 
Lift  Thou  up  my  fainting  head  ; 
Lead  me  to  my  long-sought  rest, 
Pillowed  on  Thy  loving  breast. 

2  Thou  alone  my  trust  shalt  be, 
Thou  alone  canst  comfort  me  ; 
Only,  Jesus,  let  Thy  grace 

Be  my  shield  and  hiding-place  ; 
Let  me  know  Thy  saving  power 
In  temptation's  fiercest  hour : 
Then,  my  Saviour,  at  Thy  side 
Let  me  evermore  abide. 

3  Thou  has  wrought  this  fond  desire, 
Kindled  here  this  sacred  fire, 
Weaned  my  heart  from  all  below, 
Thee,  and  Thee  alone  to  know. 
Thou  who  hast  inspired  the  cry, 
Thou  alone  canst  satisfy: 

Love  of  Jesus  all  divine, 

Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine. 

F.  Bottome. 


346  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 


455 


8s,  7s.  81. 


JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 

God  and  heav'n  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me  : 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  : 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee  Abba,  Father  ; 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee  : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh,  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

Whiie  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh,  't  were  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

5  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  847 

Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee, 
What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine, 

What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee  : 
Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine? 

6  Haste,  then,  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer  ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 
Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

45(3  P.M.     8,5,8,3. 

I  AM  trusting  Thee,  Lord  Jesus, 

Trusting  only  Thee  ! 
Trusting  Thee  for  full  salvation, 

Great  and  free. 

2  I  am  trusting  Thee  for  pardon, 

At  Thy  feet  I  bow  ; 
For  Thy  grace  and  tender  mercy, 
Trusting  now. 

3  I  am  trusting  Thee  for  cleansing 

In  the  crimson  flood  ; 
Trusting  Thee  to  make  me  holy 
By  Thy  blood. 

4  I  am  trusting  Thee  to  guide  me  ; 

Thou  alone  shalt  lead, 
Every  day  and  hour  supplying 
All  my  need. 

5  I  am  trusting  Thee  for  power, 

Thine  can  never  fail  ; 
Words  which  Thou  Thyself  shalt  give  me 
Must  prevail. 


348  FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 

6  I  am  trusting  Thee,  Lord  Jesus  ; 

Never  let  me  fall ; 
I  am  trusting  Thee  for  ever, 
And  for  all. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

457  8'8'8>6- 

GOD  of  my  life,  Thy  boundless  grace 
Chose,  pardoned,   and  adopted  me  ; 
My  rest,  my  home,   my  dwelling-place  ; 
Father,   I  come  to  Thee. 

2  Jesus,  my    hope,  my  rock,   my  shield, 

Whose  precious  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
Into  Thy  bands  my  soul  I  yield  : 
Saviour,  I  come  to  Thee. 

3  Spirit  of  glory  and  of  God, 

Long  hast  Thou  deigned  my  guide  to  be  ; 
Now  be  Thy  comfort  sweet  bestowed  : 
My  God,   I  come  to  Thee. 

4  I  come  to  join  that  countless  host 

Who  praise  Thy  name  unceasingly  ; 
Blest  Father,  Son,   and  Holy  Ghost, 
My  God,   I  come  to  Thee. 

C.  Elliott. 


458 


6s.  61. 


THY  life  was  giv'n  for  me, 
Thy  blood,  5  Lord,  was  shed, 

That  I  might  ransom'd  be, 
And  quickened  from  the  dead. 

Thy  life  was  giv'n  for  me  : 

What  have  I  giv'n  for  Thee  ? 

2  Long  years  were  spent  for  me 
In  weariness  and  woe, 


FAITH  AND   CONSECRATION.  349 

That  through  eternity 

Thy  glory  I  might  know. 
Long  years  were  spent  for  me  : 
Have  I  spent  one  for  Thee  ? 

3  Thy  Father's  home  of  light, 

Thy  rainbow-circled  throne, 
Were  left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone. 
Yea,  all  was  left  for  me  : 
Have  I  left  aught  for  Thee  ? 

4  And  Thou  hast  brought  to  me, 

Down  from  Thy  home  above, 
Salvation  full  and  free, 

Thy  pardon  and  Thy  love. 
Great  gifts  Thou  broughtest  me  : 
What  have  I  brought  to  Thee? 

5  Oh,  let  my  life  be  given, 

My  years  for  Thee  be  spent, 
World-fetters  all  be  riven, 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent  ! 
Thou  gavest  Thyself  for  me ; 
I  give  myself  to  Thee. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

459  7,7,7,7,8,8,8,8. 

PART   I. 

HOLY  offerings,  rich  and  rare, 

Offerings  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Purer  life  and  purpose  high, 

Clasped  hands,  uplifted  eye, 

Lowly  acts  of  adoration 

To  the  God  of  our  salvation  — 

On  His  altar  laid  we  leave  them  : 

Christ,  present  them!     God,  receive  them! 


350  FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION. 


PART  II. 

2  Promises  in  sorrow  made, 
Left,  alas  !  too  long  unpaid  ; 
Fervent  wishes,  earnest  thought, 
Never  into  action  wrought  — 

Long  withheld,  we  now  restore  them 
On  Thy  holy  altar  pour  them  : 
There  in  trembling  faith  to  leave  them, 
Christ,  present  them  !    God,  receive  them  ! 

3  Vows  and  longings,  hopes  and  fears, 
Broken-hearted  sighs  and  tears, 
Dreams  of  what  we  yet  might  be 
Could  we  cling  more  close  to  Thee, 
Which,  despite  of  faults  and  failings, 
Help  Thy  grace  in  its  prevailings  — 
On  Thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them  : 
Christ,  present  them  !     God,  receive  them  1 

PART  in. 

4  Pleasant  food  and  garb  of  pride, 
Put  for  conscience'  sake  aside  ; 
Lawful  luxury  foregone 

To  relieve  some  little  one 

Loved  of  Christ,  by  Him  befriended, 

And  for  His  dear  love  attended  — 

On  Thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them : 

Christ,  present  them  !     God,  receive  them  ! 

5  Loveless  life  and  joyless  mood, 
Chill  of  cold  ingratitude, 

When  the  world  doth  Christ  betray 

Following  too  far  away, 

Sins  which  in  the  daily  trial 

Lead  too  often  to  denial, 

Help,  oh,  help  us  to  outlive  them  : 

Christ,  atone  for  !     God,  forgive  them  ! 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION.  361 

PART   IV. 

6  Brighter  joys  and  tenderer  tears, 
Fonder  faith,  more  faithful  fears, 
Lowlier  penitence  for  sin, 

More  of  Christ  our  souls  within  ; 
Love  which,  when  its  life  was  newer, 
Burnt  within  us  deeper,  truer  — 
Lost  too  long,  while  we  deplore  them, 
Jesus,  plead  for  !     God,  restore  them  ! 

7  Beamings  of  the  gentle  face, 
Overflowing  gifts  of  grace, 
More  of  that  deep  consciousness 
Of  a  changeless  will  to  bless, 
Which  bestows  the  best  assurance 
Of  Eternal  Love's  endurance  — 
Lost  too  often,  we  deplore  them  ; 
Jesus,  plead  for  !     God,  restore  them  ! 

PART  v. 

8  Homage  of  each  humble  heart 
Ere  we  from  Thy  house  depart  ; 
Worship  fervent,  deep,  and  high, 
Adoration,  ecstacy  ; 

All  that  childlike  love  can  render 

Of  devotion  true  and  tender  — 

On  Thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them  : 

Christ,  present  them  !    God,  receive  them ! 

9  To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Though  our  mortal  weakness  raise 
Off  rings  of  imperfect  praise, 

Yet  with  hearts  bowed  down  most  lowly, 
Crying,  holy  !  holy  !  holy  ! 
On  Thine  altar  laid  we  leave  them  : 
Christ,  present  them  !     God,  receive  them  ! 

J.  S.  B.  ManseU. 


352  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 


460 


7s,  6s.    81. 


IN  heav'nly  love  abiding, 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear  ; 
And  safe  is  such  confiding, 

For  nothing  changes  here. 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed? 

2  Wherever  He  may  guide  me, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back  ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack. 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim, 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me, 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been. 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure, 

My  path  to  life  is  free, 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure, 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 

A.  L.  Waring. 

7s, 6s.  81. 

To  THEE,  O  dear,  dear  Saviour ! 

My  spirit  turns  for  rest, 
My  peace  is  in  Thy  favor, 

My  pillow  on  Thy  breast  ; 
Though  all  the  world  deceive  me, 

I  know  that  I  am  Thine, 
And  Thou  wilt  never  leave  me, 

O  blessed  Saviour  mine. 


FAITH   AND   CONSECRATION.  353 

2  In  Thee  my  trust  abideth, 

On  Thee  my  hope  relies, 
O  Thou  whose  love  provideth 

For  all  beneath  the  skies  ; 
O  Thou  whose  mercy  found  me 

From  bondage  set  me  free, 
And  then  for  ever  bound  me 

With  threefold  cords  to  Thee. 

3  My  grief  is  in  the  dullness 

With  which  this  sluggish  heart 
Doth  open  to  the  fullness 

Of  all  Thou  wouldst  impart ; 
My  joy  is  in  Thy  beauty 

Of  holiness  Divine, 
My  comfort  in  the  duty 

That  binds  my  life  in  Thine. 

4  Alas,  that  I  should  ever 

Have  failed  in  love  to  Thee, 
The  only  One  who  never 

Forgot  or  slighted  me  ! 
Oh,  for  a  heart  to  love  Thee 

More  truly  as  I  ought, 
And  nothing  place  above  Thee 

In  deed,  or  word,  or  thought. 

5  Oh,  for  that  choicest  blessing 

Of  living  in  Thy  love, 
And  thus  on  earth  possessing 

The  peace  of  heaven  above ; 
Oh,  for  the  bliss  that  by  it 

The  soul  securely  knows 
The  holy  calm  and  quiet 

Of  faith's  serene  repose  ! 

J.  8.  B.  Monsell. 


364  FAITH   AND  CONSECRATION. 

4.Q2  8s,  7s.  81. 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  Jesus  crying, 

"  Who  will  go  and  work  to-day? 
Fields  are  white,  and  harvests  waiting, 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? " 
Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth, 

Rich  reward  He  offers  thee ; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying, 

"Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me"? 

2  If  you  cannot  cross  the  ocean, 

And  the  heathen  lands  explore, 
You  can  find  the  heathen  nearer, 

You  can  help  them  at  your  door ; 
If  you  cannot  give  your  thousands, 

You  can  give  the  widow's  mite, 
And  the  least  you  give  for  Jesus 

Will  be  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  If  you  cannot  speak  like  angels, 

If  you  cannot  preach  like  Paul, 
You  can  tell  the  love  of  Jesus, 

You  can  say  He  died  for  all. 
If  you  cannot  rouse  the  wicked 

With  the  judgment's  dread  alarms, 
You  can  lead  the  little  children 

To  the  Saviour's  waiting  arms. 

4  Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying, 

"There  is  nothing  I  can  do," 
While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you. 
Take  the  task  He  gives  you  gladly, 

Let  His  work  your  pleasure  be ; 
Answer  quickly  when  He  calleth  — 

"Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 

D.  March. 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 


463  P.  M.     11,10,11,6. 

STILL  will  we  trust,  tho'  earth  seem  dark 

and  dreary, 
And  the  heart  faint  beneath  His  chast'- 

ning  rod, 

Tho'  rough  and  steep  our  pathway,  worn 
and  weary, 
Still  will  we  trust  in  God. 

2  Our  eyes  see  dimly  till  by  faith  anointed, 

And  our  blind  choosing  brings  us  grief  and 

pain  ; 

Through  Him    alone    who  hath    our    way 
appointed, 
We  find  our  peace  again. 

3  Choose  for  us,  God,  nor  let  our  weak  pre- 

ferring 
Cheat  our  poor  souls  of  good  Thou  hast 

designed  ; 

Choose  for  us,  God  ;  Thy  wisdom  is  unerring, 
And  we  are  fools  and  blind. 

4  Let  us  press  on,  in  patient  self-denial, 

Accept  the  hardship,  shrink  not  from  the 

loss  ; 

Our  portion  lies  beyond  the  hour  of  trial, 
Our  crown  beyond  the  cross! 

W.  H.  Burleigh. 

464  8s,7s. 

YES,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth 
With  a  brother's  tender  care  ; 

Yes,  with  me,  with  me  He  shareth 
Every  burden,  every  fear. 

2  Yes,  oTer  me,  o'er  me  He  watcheth 

Ceaseless  watcheth,  night  and  day ; 
Yes,  e'en  me,  e'en  me  He  snatcheth 
From  the  perils  of  the  way. 


356  FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION. 

3  Yes,  for  me  He  standeth  pleading 

At  the  mercy-seat  above  ; 
Ever  for  me  interceding, 
Constant  in  untiring  love. 

4  Yes,  in  me,  in  me  He  dwelleth  ; 

I  in  Him,  and  He  in  me ! 

And  my  empty  soul  He  filleth, 

Here  and  through  eternity. 

5  Thus  I  wait  for  His  returning, 

Singing  all  the  way  to  heaven ; 

Such  the  joyful  song  of  morning, 

Such  the  tranquil  song  of  even. 

H.  Sonar. 

465  °  M 

MY  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day, 

And  make  it  always  Thine, 
That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  stray, 

No  more  from  Thee  decline. 

2  Before  the  cross  of  Him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 

Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 

And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  Anoint  me  with  Thy  heavenly  grace, 

And  seal  me  for  Thine  own, 
That  I  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  worship  near  Thy  throne. 

4  Let  every  thought,  and  work,  and  word, 

To  Thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  Thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven. 

M.  Bridges. 


FAITH  AND  CONSECRATION.  857 


466 

IN  full  and  glad  surrender 

I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  utterly  and  only, 

And  evermore  to  be! 

2  O  Son  of  God  who  lov'st  me, 

I  will  be  Thine  alone, 
Myself  and  my  possessions 
Shall  henceforth  be  Thine  own. 

3  Reign  over  me,  Lord  Jesus  ; 

Oh  make  my  heart  Thy  throne  : 
It  shall  be  Thine,  dear  Saviour, 
It  shall  be  Thine  alone. 

4  Oh,  come  and  reign,  Lord  Jesus, 

Rule  over  everything ; 
And  keep  me  always  loyal, 
And  true  to  Thee,  my  King. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

4(37  8s,7s. 

AH  !  the  heart  that  has  forsaken 
All  things  to  secure  the  one, 

In  the  secret  of  its  chambers 
Finds  the  joy  of  heaven  begun. 

2  Ah !  the  heart  that  is  contented 

Nought  to  know  save  God  alone, 
In  the  fullness  of  his  blessing 
Finds  a  peace  before  unknown. 

3  Ah!  the  heart  that  once  is  bathed 

In  salvation's  boundless  sea, 
In  its  waters  drops  the  burden 
Of  a  life-time's  misery. 


358  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 

4  Oh  !  that  thus  we  could  surrender 

Worldly  pomp,  and  pride,  and  show, 
Seeking  Him  in  whom  is  centered 
All  of  good  that  man  can  know. 

5  Oh  that  thus  His  blessed  presence 

In  our  hearts  we  here  enjoyed ! 
For  without  Him  all  is  dreary, 
Earth  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  void. 

6  Oh !  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 

Draw  us,  by  the  cross,  till  we, 
Heart  and  soul  and  will  and  spirit, 
Are  forever  one  with  Thee  ! 

Anon.    German.     Tr.  Mrs.  S.  Findlater. 

468  8,8,6,8,8,6 

OH,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heav'nly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine  ; 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all- perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 


LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 


4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

S.  Medley. 

469  8,8,6,8,8,6. 

0  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee  ? 

1  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 

2  Stronger  His  love  than  death  or  hell ; 
Its  riches  are  unsearchable ; 

The  first-born  sons  of  light 
Desire  in  vain  its  depths  to  see  ; 
They  cannot  reach  the  mystery, 

The  length  and  breadth  and  height. 

3  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
Oh,  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

4  Oh,  that  I  could  for  ever  sit 
With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 


360  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 

5  Thy  only  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  in  earth  beneath  desire, 

Nothing  in  heaven  above ; 
Let  earth  and  heaven  and  all  things  go ; 
Give  me  Thy  only  love  to  know, 
Give  me  Thy  only  love. 

C.  Wesley. 

470  8,8,8,8,6. 

0  LOVE  that  wilt  not  let  me  go, 
I  rest  my  weary  soul  in  Thee ; 

1  give  Thee  back  the  life  I  owe, 
That  in  Thine  ocean  depths  its  flow 

May  richer,  fuller  be. 

2  O  Light  that  followest  all  my  way, 

I  yield  my  flickering  torch  to  Thee  ; 
My  heart  restores  its  borrowed  ray, 
That  in  Thy  sunshine's  blaze  its  day 
May  brighter,  fairer  be. 

3  O  Joy  that  seekest  me  through  pain, 

I  cannot  close  my  heart  to  Thee ; 

I  trace  the  rainbow  through  the  rain, 

And  feel  the  promise  is  not  in  vain 

That  morn  shall  tearless  be. 

O  Cross  that  liftest  up  my  head, 

I  dare  not  ask  to  fly  from  Thee ; 
I  lay  in  dust  life's  glory  dead, 
And  from  the  ground  there  blossoms  red 
Life  that  shall  endless  be. 

G.  Mathescn. 

471  L.  M.     With  Refrain. 

COME,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 
The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain, 

The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  Worthy  the  Lamb, 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain ! " 


LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE.  361 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  His  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
' '  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ! " 

3  To  Him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 

Our  souls,  at  His  soul's  price,  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be : 

* '  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  ! " 

4  To  Him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 

"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain!" 

5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And  while  in  heaven  with  Him  we  reign, 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain!" 

J.  Montgomery. 

472  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  friend ; 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  : 

They,  who  once  His  kindness  prove, 

Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  Him  to  God : 
This  was  boundless  love  indeed  ! 
Jesus  is  a  friend  in  need. 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased, 

"Friend  of  sinners"  was  His  name; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 


362  LOVE   AND  GRATITUDE. 


Still  He  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

5  Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 
We,  alas !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above : 
But  when  home  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  Thee  as  we  ought. 

J.  Newton. 


473 


8,7,8,8,7. 


I  ADORE  Thee,  I  adore  Thee, 

Glorious  ere  the  world  began  ; 
Yet  more  wonderful  Thou  shinest, 
Though  divine,  yet  still  divinest 
In  Thy  dying  love  for  man. 

2  I  adore  Thee,  I  adore  Thee, 

Humbly  at  Thy  footstool  kneel ; 
I  have  heard  Thine  accents  thrilling, 
Lord,  I  come,  for  Thou  art  willing 

Me  to  pardon,  me  to  heal. 

3  I  adore  Thee,  I  adore  Thee, 

Born  of  woman,  yet  divine ! 
With  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  endue  me, 
In  Thine  image  pure  renew  me, 

Let  me  evermore  be  Thine. 

j.  s. 

474 


8s,  7s.  61. 


To  THE  name  that  brings  salvation, 
Honor,  worship,  laud,  we  pay  ; 

Which,  for  many  a  generation, 
Hid  in  God's  fore-knowledge  lay  ; 

But  with  holy  exultation 
We  may  sing  aloud  to-day. 


LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE.  363 

2  Name  of  gladness,  name  of  pleasure, 

By  the  tongue  ineffable, 
Name  of  sweetness,  passing  measure, 

To  the  ear  delectable  ; 
'T  is  our  safeguard  and  our  treasure, 

'T  is  our  help  'gainst  sin  and  hell. 

3  'T  is  the  name  for  adoration  ; 

'T  is  the  name  for  victory  ; 
'T  is  the  name  for  meditation 

In  the  vale  of  misery; 
'T  is  the  name  for  veneration 

By  the  citizens  on  high. 

4  'T  is  the  name  by  right  exalted 

Over  every  other  name  ; 
That  when  we  are  sore  assaulted, 

Puts  our  enemies  to  shame : 
Strength  to  them  that  else  had  halted, 

Eyes  to  blind,  and  feet  to  lame. 

5  Jesus,  we  Thy  name  adoring, 

Long  to  see  Thee  as  Thou  art ; 
Of  Thy  clemency  imploring 

So  to  write  it  in  our  heart, 
That  hereafter,  upward  soaring, 

We  with  angels  may  have  part. 

Arum.  German  (15th  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  NecUe. 


475 


7s. 


CHILDREN  of  the  heav'nly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  our  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


364  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 

3  Lift  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 
Zion's  city  is  in  sight  : 

There  our  endless  home  shall  be, 
There  our  Lord  we  soon  shall  see. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

J.  Gennick. 


476 


7s. 


EARTH  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair, 
Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 
But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 
Christ,  of  beauty  source  and  spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies, 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise, 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals, 
Then  I  think  :  Who  made  their  light, 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

4  Lord  of  all  that's  fair  to  see, 
Come,  reveal  Thyself  to  me  ; 
Let  me,  'mid  Thy  radiant  light, 
See  Thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 

J.  Scheffler.     Tr.  F.  E.  Cox. 


477 


LOVE   AND  GRATITUDE.  365 


7s. 


JESUS,  name  of  wondrous  love, 
Name  all  other  names  above  ! 
Unto  which  must  every  knee 
Bow  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus,  name  decreed  of  old, 
To  the  maiden  mother  told, 
Kneeling  in  her  lowly  cell, 
By  the  angel  Gabriel. 

3  Jesus,  name  of  priceless  worth 
To  the  fallen  sons  of  earth, 
For  the  promise  that  it  gave, 

"  Jesus  shall  His  people  save." 

4  Jesus,  name  of  mercy  mild, 
Given  to  the  holy  Child, 
When  the  cup  of  human  woe 
First  He  tasted  here  below. 

5  Jesus,  only  name  that's  given 
Under  all  the  mighty  heaven, 
Whereby  man,  to  sin  enslaved, 
Bursts  his  fetters,  and  is  saved. 

6  Jesus,  name  of  wondrous  love, 
Human  name  of  God  above  : 
Pleading  only  this  we  flee, 
Helpless,  O  our  God,  to  Thee. 

w.  W.  How. 


478 


CHRIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground, 
Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy, 

Still  in  Thee  may  I  be  found, 
Still  for  Thee  my  pow'rs  employ. 


366  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 

2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  Thy  fullness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 
May  I  prove  it  Christ  to  live. 

3  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 

Death's  dark  stream  shall  nevermore 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Thus,  oh,  thus  an  entrance   give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it  Christ  to  live, 
Let  me  know  it  gain  to  die. 

B.  Wardlaw. 

4*79  7s,6s.  81. 

0  JESUS,  ever  present, 

O  shepherd,  ever  kind, 
Thy  very  name  is  music, 

To  ear,  and  heart,  and  mind. 
It  woke  my  wond'ring  childhood 

To  muse  on  things  above ; 
It  drew  my  harder  manhood 

With  cords  of  mighty  love. 

2  How  oft  to  sure  destruction 

My  feet  had  gone  astray, 
Wert  Thou  not,  patient  shepherd, 

The  guardian  of  my  way. 
How  oft,  in  darkness  fallen, 

And  wounded  sore  by  sin, 
Thy  hand  has  gently  raised  me, 

And  healing  balms  poured  in. 

3  O  shepherd  good,  I  follow 

Wherever  Thou  wilt  lead ; 
No  matter  where  the  pasture, 
With  Thee  at  hand  to  feed. 


LOVE   AND   GRATITUDE.  367 

Thy  voice,  in  life  so  mighty, 
In  death  shall  make  me  bold  ; 

O  bring  my  ransomed  spirit 
To  Thine  eternal  fold  ! 

L.  Tuttiett. 


480 


7s,  6s.  8L 


I  COULD  not  do  without  Thee, 

0  Saviour  of  the  lost, 

Whose  wondrous  love  redeemed  r 
At  such  tremendous  cost ; 

Thy  righteousness,  Thy  pardon, 
Thy  precious  blood  must  be 

My  only  hope  and  comfort, 
My  glory  and  my  plea. 

2  I  could  not  do  without  Thee, 

1  cannot  stand  alone, 

I  have  no  strength  or  goodness, 
No  wisdom  of  my  own  ; 

But  Thou,  beloved  Saviour, 
Art  all  in  all  to  me, 

And  weakness  will  be  power 
If  leaning  hard  on  Thee. 

3  I  could  not  do  without  Thee, 

For,  oh,  the  way  is  long, 
And  I  am  often  weary, 

And  sigh  replaces  song  : 
How  could  I  do  without  Thee? 

I  do  not  know  the  way  ; 
Thou  knowest,  and  Thou  leadest, 

And  wilt  not  let  me  stray. 

4  I  could  not  do  without  Thee, 

0  Jesus,  Saviour  dear ; 

E'en  when  my  eyes  are  holden, 

1  know  that  Thou  art  near. 


368  LOVE   AND   GRATITUDE. 

How  dreary  and  how  lonely 
This  changeful  life  would  be, 

Without  the  sweet  communion, 
The  secret  rest  with  Thee  ! 

5  I  could  not  do  without  Thee, 
For  years  are  fleeting  fast, 
And  soon  in  solemn  loneliness 

The  river  must  be  passed  ; 
But  Thou  wilt  never  leave  me, 

And  though  the  waves  roll  high, 
I  know  Thou  wilt  be  near  me, 
And  whisper,  "It  is  I." 

F.  E.  Havergcd. 


481 


PART   I. 


JESUS,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast; 

But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame 

Nor  can  the  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?    Ah,  this, 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  prize  shalt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 


LOVE   AND   GRATITUDE. 


482  °- M- 

PART   II. 

O  JESUS,  King  most  wonderful, 

Thou  conqueror  renowned, 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 

In  whom  all  joys  are  found. 

2  When  once  Thou  visitest  the  heart, 

Then  truth  begins  to  shine, 
Then  earthly  vanities  depart, 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

3  O  Jesus,  light  of  all  below, 

Thou  fount  of  living  fire  ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know 
And  all  we  can  desire ; 

4  May  every  heart  confess  Thy  name 

And  ever  Thee  adore ; 
And,  seeking  Thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  Thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless ; 

Thee  may  we  love  alone, 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 

The  image  of  Thine  own. 


483 


C.  M. 

PART   III. 


O  JESUS,  Thou  the  beauty  art 

Of  angel-worlds  above ; 
Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart, 

Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  Celestial  sweetness  unalloyed, 
Who  eat  Thee  hunger  still ; 
Who  drink  of  Thee  still  feel  a  void 
Which  only  Thou  canst  fill. 


LOVE   AND   GRATITUDE. 


3  O  most  sweet  Jesus,  hear  the  sighs, 

Which  unto  Thee  we  send ; 

To  Thee  our  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Our  being's  hope  and  end  ! 

4  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  Thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night, 
And  fill  the  world  with  bliss. 

5  0  Jesus,  spotless  virgin-flower, 

Our  love  and  joy,  to  Thee 
Be  praise,  beatitude,  and  power, 
Through  all  eternity. 
Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (3  Parts).    Tr.  E.  Caswatt. 

484  °  M- 

JESUS,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 

That  radiant  form  of  Thine  ; 
The  veil  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 

Thy  blessed  face  and  mine ! 

2  I  see  Thee  not,  I  hear  Thee  not, 

Yet  art  Thou  oft  with  me  ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  Thee. 

3  Like   some  bright    dream  that  comes  un- 

sought 

When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 

Must  rest  in  faith  alone, 
I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, —  and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  unknown. 


LOVE  AND   GRATITUDE.  371 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 

And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 
The  rending  veil  shall  Thee  reveal 
All  glorious  as  Thou  art. 

R.  Palmer. 

485  °  M 

How  SWEET  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ! 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !   the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus,  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  King  ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

J.  Newton. 


372  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 


486  °- M- 

MY  God.  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  He  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

I.  Watt*. 

487  c- M- 

JESUS,  I  love  Thy  sacred  name, 

'T  is  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 

That  earth  and  hea'vn  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 


LOVE  AND   GRATITUDE. 


4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there,  — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  Thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

P.  Doddrldge. 

488  °-  M- 

0  JE»US,  when  I  think  of  Thee, 
Thy  manger,  cross,  and  throne, 

My  spirit  trusts  exultingly 
In  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

2  I  see  Thee  in  Thy  weakness  first  ; 

Then,  glorious  from  Thy  shame, 

1  see  Thee  death's  strong  fetters  burst, 
And  reach  heaven's  mightiest  name. 

3  For  me  Thou  didst  become  a  man, 

For  me  didst  weep  and  die  ; 
For  me  achieve  Thy  wondrous  plan, 
For  me  ascend  on  high. 

4  0  let  me  share  Thy  holy  birth, 

Thy  faith,  Thy  death  to  sin, 
And,  strong  amidst  the  toils  of  earth, 
My  heavenly  life  begin. 

5  Then  shall  I  know  what  means  the  strain 

Triumphant  of  Saint  Paul  : 
uTo  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain;" 
"  Christ  is  my  all  in  all." 

G.  W>  Bethune. 


374  LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE. 

489  L  M- 

JESUS,  the  very  thought  is  sweet ; 
In  that  dear  name  all  heart- joys  meet ; 
But  oh,  than  honey  sweeter  far, 
The  glimpses  of  His  presence  are. 

2  No  word  is  sung  more  sweet  than  this, 
No  name  is  heard  more  full  of  bliss, 
No  thought  brings  sweeter  comfort  nigh 
Than  Jesus,  Son  of  God  Most  High. 

3  Jesus,  the  hope  of  souls  forlorn, 

How  good  to  them  for  sin  that  mourn  ! 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  oh  how  kind ! 
But  what  art  Thou  to  them  that  find  ? 

4  No  tongue  of  mortal  can  express, 
No  letters  write  the  blessedness  ; 
Alone,  who  hath  Thee  in  his  heart 
Knows,  love  of  Jesus,  what  Thou  art. 

5  O  Jesus,  King  of  wondrous  might ! 
O  Victor,  glorious  from  the  fight  ! 
Sweetness  that  may  not  be  expressed, 
And  altogether  loveliest ! 

Hymnal  Noted,  Tr.  J.  M.  Neal. 

490  c  M- 

OH,  gift  of  gifts !  oh,  grace  of  faith  ! 

My  God,  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 

Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine, 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine  J 


LOVE  AND  GRATITUDE.  876 

3  Ah,  grace,  into  unlikeliest  hearts, 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light ; 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright  ! 

5  Oh,  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

If  thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

F.  W.  Fabtr. 

4.9 1  C.  M.  81. 

THOU  art  my  hiding  place,  O  Lord  ; 

On  Thee  I  fix  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 

A  feeble  child  of  dust. 
I  have  no  argument  beside, 

I  urge  no  other  plea ; 
And  'tis  enough  the  Saviour  died, 

The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

2  'Mid  trials  heavy  to  be  borne, 

When  mortal  strength  is  vain, 
A  heart  with  grief  and  anguish  torn, 

A  body  racked  with  pain  ; 
Ah,  what  could  give  the  sufferer  rest, 

Bid  every  murmur  flee, 
But  this,  the  witness  in  my  breast 

That  Jesus  died  for  me? 

3  And  when  Thine  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away ; 


376  PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 

Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

And  faint  and  tremblingly, 
O  give  me  strength  in  death  to  speak, 

4 'My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

T.  Itaffles. 

492  o.  M.  si. 

MAJESTIC  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 

His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 
No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 

That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

2  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 

And  carried  all  my  grief. 
To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death 

He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

3  To  heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet; 
Shows  me  the  glories "  of  my  God, 

And  makes  my  joy  complete. 
Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 

Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

S.  Sfennett. 

4-93  7s,  5s.  81.     With  Refrain. 

WHEN  the  weary,  seeking  rest, 

To  Thy  goodness  flee ; 
When  the  heavy-laden  cast 

All  their  load  on  Thee ; 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION.  377 

When  the  troubled,  seeking  peace, 

On  Thy  name  shall  call ; 
When  the  sinner,  seeking  life, 

At  Thy  feet  shall  fall : 
Hear  then  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

2  When  the  worldling,  sick  at  heart, 

Lifts  his  soul  above ; 
When  the  prodigal  looks  back 

To  his  Father's  love ; 
When  the  proud  man,  from  his  pride, 

Stoops  to  seek  Thy  face ; 
When  the  burdened  brings  his  guilt 

To  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
Hear  then  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

3  When  the  stranger  asks  a  home, 

All  his  toils  to  end ; 
When  the  hungry  craveth  food, 

And  the  poor  a  friend  ; 
When  the  sailor  on  the  wave 

Bows  the  fervent  knee ; 
When  the  soldier  on  the  field 

Lifts  his  heart  to  Thee  : 
Hear  then  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

.  4  When  the  child,  with  loving  heart, 

Youth,  or  maiden  fair ; 
When  the  aged,  trusting  still, 

Seek  Thy  face  in  prayer ; 
When  the  widow  weeps  to  Thee, 

Sad  and  lone  and  low; 
When  the  orphan  brings  to  Thee 

All  his  orphan  woe : 
Hear  then  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry 
In  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

H.  Sonar. 


378  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


494-  7s,  6s.  81. 

I  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 

Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him  ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline  :  v 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Emmanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels1  song. 

//.  Bonar. 


495 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION.  379 


7s,  6s.  81. 


I  NEED  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 

My  heart  is  dead  within  ; 
I  need  the  cleansing  fountain 

Where  I  can  always  flee, 
The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 

The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

2  I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus, 

For  I  am  very  poor ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store. 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 
•    To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

3  I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus ; 

I  need  a  friend  like  Thee, 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me. 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

4  I  need  Thee,  blessed  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon, 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow 

And  seated  on  Thy  throne  : 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be 
To  sing  Thy  praise,  Lord  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

F.  Whitfidd. 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 


496  8,6,8,8,6. 

DEAR  Lord  and  Father  of  mankind, 

Forgive  our  feverish  ways ; 
Re-clothe  us  in  our  rightful  mind  ; 
In  purer  lives  Thy  service  find, 

In  deeper  rev'rence,  praise. 

2  In  simple  trust  like  theirs  who  heard, 

Beside  the  Syrian  sea, 
The  gracious  calling  of  the  Lord, 
Let  us,  like  them,  without  a  word, 

Rise  up  and  follow  Thee. 

3  O  Sabbath  rest  by  Galilee  : 

O  calm  of  hills  above ! 
Where  Jesus  knelt  to  share  with  Thee 
The  silence  of  eternity, 

Interpreted  by  love. 

4  Drop  Thy  still  dews  of  quietness, 

Till  all  our  strivings  cease ; 
Take  from  our  souls  the  strain  and  stress, 
And  let  our  ordered  lives  confess 

The  beauty  of  Thy  peace. 

5  Breathe  through  the  heats  of  our  desire 

Thy  coolness  and  Thy  balm ; 
Let  sense  be  dumb,  let  flesh  retire  ; 
Speak  thro'  the  earthquake,  wind,  and  fire, 

O  still  small  voice  of  calm  ! 

J.  G.  WJtlttier. 


497 


6s. 


I  HUNGER  and  I  thirst  ; 

Jesus,  my  manna  be  : 
Ye  living  waters,  burst 

Out  of  the  rock  for  me. 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 


2  Thou  bruised  and  broken  bread, 

My  life-long  wants  supply  ; 
As  living  souls  are  fed, 
Oh  feed  me,  or  I  die ! 

3  Thou  true  life-giving  vine, 

Let  me  Thy  sweetness  prove  ; 
Renew  my  life  with  Thine, 
Refresh  my  soul  with  love. 

4  Rough  paths  my  feet  have  trod, 

Since  first  their  course  began ; 
Feed  me,  Thou  bread  of  God ; 
Help  me,  Thou  Son  of  Man. 

5  For  still  the  desert  lies 

My  thirsting  soul  before  ; 
O  living  waters,  rise 
Within  me  evermore ! 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 


498 

SON  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry  : 
By  the  holy  mystery 
Of  Thy  dwelling  here  on  earth, 
By  Thy  pure  and  holy  birth, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

2  Lamb  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry  : 
By  Thy  bitter  agony, 

By  Thy  pangs  to  us  unknown, 
By  Thy  spirit's  parting  groan, 
Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

3  Prince  of  life,  to  Thee  I  cry  : 
By  Thy  glorious  majesty, 

By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
Meek  to  suffer,  strong  to  save, 


7s.  61. 


382  PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 

Lord,  Thy  presence  let  me  see, 
Manifest  Thyself  to  me. 

4  Lord  of  glory,  God  most  high, 
Man  exalted  to  the  sky, 
With  Thy  love  my  bosom  fill, 
Prompt  me  to  perform  Thy  will ; 
Then  Thy  glory  I  shall  see, 
Thou  wilt  bring  me  home  to  Thee. 

B.  Mant. 

499  7,6,7,6,7,7,7,6. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Toward  heav'n,  thy  native  place : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  my  soul,  derived  from  God, 

Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 
Forward  tends  to  His  abode, 

To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 
•   And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

R  Seayrave. 


PRAYER  AND  ASPIRATION. 


500 


P.  M.    8,7,8,7,3. 


LORD,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  are  scattering  full  and  free,  — 
Show'rs  the  thirsty  land  refreshing  ; 
Let  some  portion  fall  on  me,  even  me  ! 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  gracious  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me,  even  me  ! 

3  Pass  me  not,  O  tender  Saviour, 

Let  me  love  and  cling  to  Thee  ; 
I  am  longing  for  Thy  favor ; 
Whilst  Thou'rt  calling,  oh  call  me,  even 
me ! 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 
Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me,  even  me! 

5  Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless, 

Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free, 
Grace  of  God,  so  strong  and  boundless, 
Magnify  them  all  in  me,  even  me ! 

6  Pass  me  not !  this  lost  one  bringing, 

T  is  but  one  more,  Lord,  for  Thee  ; 
All  my  heart  to  Thee  is  springing  ; 
Blessing  others,  oh  bless  me,  even  me ! 

Mrs.  E.  Codner. 

501  L  M- 61 

JESUS,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare; 

Oh,  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

Thine  wholly,  Thine  alone,  I  am, 

Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 


384  PRAYER  AND  ASPIRATION. 

2  Oh,  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell,  but  Thy  pure  love  alone  ; 
Oh,  may  Thy  love  possess  me  whole, 

My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  ; 
Strange  fires  far  from  my  soul  remove  ; 
My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  O  love,  how  cheering  is  thy  ray  ! 

All  pain  before  thy  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away, 

Where'er  thy  healing  beams  arise. 
O  Jesus,  nothing  may  I  see, 
Nothing  desire  or  seek,  but  Thee. 

4  Still  let  Thy  love  point  out  my  way  ; 

What  wondrous  things  Thy  love  hath 
Still  lead  me,  lest  I  go  astray  ;  [wrought  ! 

Direct  my  word,  inspire  my  thought ; 
And  if  I  fall,  soon  may  I  hear 
Thy  voice,  and  know  that  love  is  near. 

5  In  suffering,  be  Thy  love  my  peace  ; 

In  weakness,  be  Thy  love  my  power  ; 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus,  in  that  dark  final  hour 
Of  death,  be  Thou  my  guide,  and  friend, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  without  end. 

P.  Gerhardt.     Tr.  J.  Wesley:  verse  3, 1.  6,  alt. 

502  L- M- 6L 

THEE  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown  ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 

In  all  Thy  works,  and  Thee  alone  ;- 
Thee  will  I  love  till  sacred  fire 
Fills  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  I  thank  Thee,  uncreated  Sun, 

That    Thy    bright    beams    on    me    have 
shined ; 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION.  385 

I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind  ; 
I  thank  Thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  Thee  rejoice. 

3  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray  ; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  Thy  way  ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

4  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown  ; 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God  ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  Thy  frown 

Or  smile,  Thy  sceptre  or  Thy  rod  ; 
What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay? 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day. 

J.  Scheffler.    Tr.  J. 

503 


L.  M.  61. 


JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all, 
Hear  me,  blest  Saviour,  when  I  call ; 
Hear  me,  and  from  Thy  dwelling-place 
Pour  down  the  riches  of  Thy  grace, 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  : 
Oh,  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  Jesus,  too  late  I  Thee  have  sought : 
How  can  I  love  Thee  as  I  ought? 
And  how  extol  Thy  matchless  fame, 
The  glorious  beauty  of  Thy  name  ? 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  : 

Oh,  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Jesus,  what  didst  Thou  find  in  me, 
That  Thou  hast  dealt  so  lovingly  ? 

How  great  the  joy  that  Thou  hast  brought, 
So  far  exceeding  'hope  or  thought. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  : 
Oh,  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

13 


386  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 

4  Jesus,  of  Thee  shall  be  my  song, 
To  Thee  my  heart  and  soul  belong  : 
All  that  I  have  or  am  is  Thine, 
And  Thou,  blest  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  Thee  adore  : 
Oh,  make  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

H.  Collins. 

504  s  M 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

3  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love ; 

I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 

And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

4  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith  ; 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine  ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

/.  Newton. 

505  7s 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin: 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


PRAYER   AND  ASPIRATION.  387 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast, 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

J.  Newton. 

506  7s  81 

JESUS,  merciful  and  mild, 
Lead  me  as  a  helpless  child  : 
On  no  other  arm  but  Thine 
Would  my  weary  soul  recline. 
Thou  art  ready  to  forgive, 
Thou  canst  bid  the  sinner  live ; 
Guide  the  wand'rer,  day  by  day, 
In  the  strait  and  narrow  way. 

2  Thou  canst  fit  me  by  Thy  grace 
For  the  heavenly  dwelling-place  ; 
All  Thy  promises  are  sure, 
Ever  shall  Thy  love  endure  ; 
Then  what  more  can  I  desire, 
How  to  greater  bliss  aspire  ? 

All  I  need,  in  Thee  I  see ; 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

3  Jesus,  Saviour  all  divine, 

Thou  has  made  me  truly  Thine  ; 
Thou  has  bought  me  by  Thy  blood ; 
Reconciled  my  heart  to  God. 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 


Hearken  to  my  humble  prayer, 
Let  me  Thine  own  image  bear, 
Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more, 
Till  I  reach  heaven's  blissful  shore. 

T.  Hastings. 

507  °  M- 

PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed  ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  High. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "  Behold,  he  prays  !  " 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  : 
He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way  ! 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

J.  Montgomery. 


PRAYER  AND  ASPIRATION. 


508  c  M 

WHEN  cold  our  hearts,  and  far  from  Thee 

Our  wand'ring  spirits  stray, 
And  thoughts  and  lips  move  heavily, 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

2  Too  vile  to  venture  near  Thy  throne, 

Too  poor  to  turn  away, 
Our  only  voice  Thy  Spirit's  groan  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

3  We  know  not  how  to  seek  Thy  face 

Unless  Thou  lead  the  way  ; 
We  have  no  words,  unless  Thy  grace, 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

4  Here  ev'ry  thought  and  fond  desire 

We  on  Thy  altar  lay, 

And  when  our  souls  have  caught  Thy  fire, 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 

509  °  M 

LORD  Jesus,  Thou  the  lost  to  seek 
Didst  from  Thy  throne  descend, 

To  cheer  the  mourner,  help  the  weak, 
And  be  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  The  joy  of  heaven  was  naught  to  Thee  — 

So  mighty  was  Thy  love, 
Till  man,  from  sin  and  death  set  free, 
Could  reign  with  Thee  above. 

3  For  this  a  life  of  toil  and  tears, 

Of  poverty  and  woe, 
Thou,  who  art  Lord  of  all  the  spheres, 
On  earth  didst  undergo. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


4  Grant  us  Thy  grace,  O  Saviour  dear, 

To  count  all  things  but  loss, 
That  we  Thy  steps  may  follow  here, 
And  patient  bear  Thy  cross. 

5  Teach  us  to  make  Thy  joy  our  own, 

Nor  in  self-love  to  rest  ; 
To  live  not  for  ourselves  alone. 
To  bless,  and  so  be  blest ; 

6  To  lead  the  lost  soul  back  to  light, 

To  bind  the  broken  heart  — 
Such  deeds  with  angels'  praise  are  bright, 
And  heavenly  joy  impart. 

H.  N.  B  rait  k  watte. 

510  c  M- 

Do  NOT  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  dearest  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 

2  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear? 

3  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honor  of  Thy  name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  the  immortal  flame? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

But  oh,  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  Thee  more. 

P.  Doddridge. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION.  391 


511  CM 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise  : 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  path  of  life  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  bless  its  happy  end. 

A.  Steele. 


512 


C.  M. 


LORD,  I  believe ;   Thy  pow?r  I  own, 

Thy  word  I  would  obey  ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone 

When  from  Thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe  ;   but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  Thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe ;   but  Thou  dost  know 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
Pity  my  frailty,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek. 

4  Yes,  I  believe ;   and  only  Thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief  : 
Lord,  to  Thy  truth  my  spirit  bow  ; 
"Help  Thou  mine  unbelief." 

J.  R.  Wreford. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


513  °  M- 

WALK  in  the  light,  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 

Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light,  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  His 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined, 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

3  Walk  in  the  light,  and  thou  shalt  own 

Thy  darkness  passed  away, 
Because  that  light  hath  on  thee  shone, 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

4  Walk  in  the  light,  and  e'en  the  tomb 

No  fearful  shade  shall  wear ; 
Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there. 

5  Walk  in  the  light,  and  thine  shall  be 

A  path,  though  thorny,  bright ; 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  Himself  is  light. 

B.  Barton. 

514  CM 

CALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 

Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 

And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and  rude 

The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet,  — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street, 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION.  393 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain, 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain, 

4  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 

Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid  the  threatening,  taunting  throng 
Who  hate  Thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  as  the  ray  of  sun  or  star 

Which  storms  assail  in  vain, 
Moving  unruffled  through  earth's  war, 
Th'  Eternal  calm  to  gain. 

H.  Bonar. 

515  C-M- 

OH,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  His  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

W.  Cowper. 


894  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


516  CM 

OH,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free, 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood, 

So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ; 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within  ; 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine, 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  : 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

c. 

517 


S.  M. 


FAR  from  my  heavenly  home, 
Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 

Fainting  I  cry,  blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest. 

2  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 


PRAYER  AND   ASPIRATION. 


3  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  ; 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints1  abode? 

4  God  of  my  life,  be  near  : 

On  Thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 
Oh,  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 
And  bring  me  home  at  last ! 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

518  s  M 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 

On  Thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  Thou  hear'st  my  pray'r. 

2  Give  me  on  Thee  to  wait, 

Till  T  can  all  things  do,— 
On  Thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

3  Give  me  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  Thee  when  sin  is  near, 
And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

4  A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

5  I  rest  upon  Thy  word, 

The  promise  is  for  me  ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  Thee. 

6  But  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  Thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  Thy  perfect  love. 

C.  Wesley. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


519  S.M. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine  ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 
And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 

4  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  Thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

/.  Watts. 

520  s  M 

BLEST  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord, 
That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, — 

To  love  Thee  only  for  Thyself, 
And  for  that  love  obey. 

$  O  Thou,  our  souls'  chief  hope, 

We  to  Thy  mercy  fly  ; 
Where'er  we  are,  Thou  canst  protect, 
Whatever  we  need,  supply. 


PRAYER   AND    ASPIRATION.  397 

3  Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 

To  Thee  we  both  resign  ; 
By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 
If  Thy  light  on  us  shine. 

4  Whether  we  live  or  die, 

Both  we  submit  to  Thee  ; 
In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life, 
If  Thine  in  death  we  be. 

J.  Austin. 


521 


S.  M. 


SWEET  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord  ! 

Before  Thy  mercy  seat 
My  soul,  adoring,  pleads  Thy  word, 

And  owns  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

2  My  need,  and  Thy  desires, 

Are  all  in  Christ  complete  ; 
Thou  hast  the  justice  truth  requires, 
And  I  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

3  Where'er  Thy  name  is  blest, 

Where'er  Thy  people  meet, 

There  I  delight  in  Thee  to  rest, 

And  find  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

4  Light  Thou  my  weary  way, 

Lead  Thou  my  weary  feet, 
That  while  I  stay  on  earth  I  may 
Still  find  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

5  Thus  shall  the  heavenly  host 

Hear  all  my  songs  repeat, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
My  joy,  Thy  mercy  sweet. 

J.  s.  B. 


398  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 

522  s^ 

STILL  with  Thee,  O  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  be, 
By  day,  by  night ;  at  home,  abroad, 

I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

2  With  Thee  when  dawn  comes  in 

And  calls  me  back  to  care, 
Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer. 

3  With  Thee  amid  the  crowd 

That  throngs  the  busy  mart, 
To  hear  Thy  voice,  where  time's  is  loud, 
Speak  softly  to  my  heart. 

4  With  Thee  when  day  is  done, 

And  evening  calms  the  mind  ; 
The  setting  as  the  rising  sun 
With  Thee  my  heart  would  find. 

5  With  Thee  when  darkness  brings 

The  signal  of  repose, 
Calm  in  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 
Mine  eyelids  I  would  close. 

6  With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 

Abiding,  I  would  be ; 
By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

J.  D.  Burns. 


523 


S.  M. 


OH,  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul? 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 


PRAYER   AND    ASPIRATION. 


2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  Here  would  we  end  our  quest : 

Alone  are  found  in  Thee 
The  life  of  perfect  love,  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

J.  Montgomery. 


524 


S.  M. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live, 
And  oh,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give  !    • 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

a 


400  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 


525 

BLEST  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God ; 

The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs, 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  The  Lord,  who  left  the  heavens, 

Our  life  and  peace  to  bring, 
To  dwell  in  lowliness  with  men, 
Their  pattern  and  their  King, — 

3  He  to  the  lowly  soul 

Doth  still  Himself  impart, 
And  for  His  dwelling  and  His  throne 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

4  Lord,  we  Thy  presence  seek  ; 

May  ours  this  blessing  be  : 
Give  us  a  pure  and  lowly  heart, 
A  temple  meet  for  Thee. 

J.  Keble. 


526 


S.  M. 


LORD  Jesus,  think  on  me, 

And  purge  away  my  sin ; 
From  earth-born  passions  set  me  free, 

And  make  me  pure  within. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  think  on  me 

With  many  a  care  oppressed, 
Let  me  Thy  loving  servant  be, 
And  taste  Thy  promised  rest. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  think  on  me 

Nor  let  me  go  astray  ; 
Through  darkness  and  perplexity 
Point  Thou  the  heavenly  way. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION.  .401 

4  Lord  Jesus,  think  on  me, 

That,  when  the  flood  is  passed, 
I  may  the  eternal  brightness  see, 
And  share  Thy  joy  at  last. 

Synesius.     Tr.  A.  W.  Chatjield. 


527 


>  7s- 


LOVE  divine,  all  loves  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art  ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  oh  breathe  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast  ; 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest  ; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver  ! 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing  ; 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation, 
Perfectly  secured  by  Thee, 


40H  PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION. 

Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 
Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 

Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  Wesley. 

528  LM- 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  spot  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle's  wing  we  soar, 
And  time  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And    heaven    comes    down,    our    souls    to 

greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

H.  Stoivell. 

529  P.  M.     7,6,7,6,8,8,7,7. 

JESUS,  name  all  names  above, 

Jesus,   best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest ; 
Jesus,  source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus  purest,  Jesus  sweetest, 

Jesus,  well  of  power  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine. 


PRAYER   AND   ASPIRATION.  403 

2  Jesus,  open  me  the  gate 

That  of  old  he  entered, 
Who,  in  that  most  lost  estate, 

Wholly  on  Thee  ventured  ; 
Thou,  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  paradise. 

3  Woe,  that  I  have  turned  aside 

After  fleshly  pleasure ! 
Woe,  that  I  have  never  tried 

For  the  heavenly  treasure  ! 
Treasure,  safe  in  home  supernal, 
Incorruptible,  eternal, — 

Treasure  no  less  price  hath  won 

Than  the  passion  of  the  Son. 

4  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgression, 
Witnessing,  through  agony, 

That  Thy  good  confession  ; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
For  my  evil  making  payment ; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain. 

5  When  I  cross  death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher ; 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish, 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish ; 

Tell  me,  "Verily,  I  say, 

Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day." 

Theoctistus  of  the  Studium.    Ti\  J,  M.  Neale. 


404  TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE. 

530  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

GUIDE  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  thro'  this  barren  land ; 

1  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  Thy  pow'rful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  now  and  evermore. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 
Death  of  deaths  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

W.  Williams. 

531 

CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 
Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade  ;, 

In  His  secret  habitation 
Dwell,  and  never  be  dismayed. 

2  There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare  : 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

3  Since,  with  pure  and  firm  affection 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 
With  the  wings  of  His  protection 
He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 


TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE.  405 

4  Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  He  will  save ; 
Here  for  grief  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

J.  Montgomery. 

532  8s'7s- 

THE  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is, 
Whose  goodness  faileth  never  : 

I  nothing  lack  if  I  am  His 
And  He  is  mine  forever. 

2  Where  streams  of  living  water  flow 

My  ransomed  soul  He  leadeth, 
And,  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow, 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed, 

But  yet  in  love  He  sought  me, 
And  on  His  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 

With  Thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me  ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  cross  before  to  guide  me. 

5  Thou  spread'st  a  table  in  my  sight ; 

Thy  unction  grace  bestoweth  ; 
And  oh,  what  transport  of  delight 
From  Thy  pure  chalice  floweth  ! 

6  And  so  through  all  the  length  of  days, 

Thy  goodness  faileth  never  : 
Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  Thy  praise 
Within  Thy  house  for  ever. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


406  TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE. 


533  8s'7s-  6L 

LEAD  us,  heav'nly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sc;i  ; 

Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 
For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee  : 

Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

2  Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us  ; 

All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know  ; 
Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us, 

Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe  ; 
Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 

Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

3  Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy  ; 
Love  with  every  passion  blending, 

Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy  : 
Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 

Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

J.  Edmeston. 
534.  8s,6s.  81. 

I  BOW  my  forehead  to  the  dust, 

I  veil  mine  eyes  for  shame, 
And  urge,  in  trembling  self  distrust, 

A  prayer  without  a  claim. 
No  off'ring  of  mine  own  I  have, 

Nor  works  my  faith  to  prove ; 
I  can  but  give  the  gifts  He  gave, 

And  plead  his  love  for  love. 

2  I  dimly  guess,  from  blessings  known, 

Of  greater  out  of  sight  : 
And,  with  the  chastened  Psalmist,  own 
His  judgments  too  are  right. 


TRUST  AND  CONFIDENCE.  407 

And  if  my  heart  and  flesh  are  weak 

To  bear  an  untried  pain, 
The  bruised  reed  He  will  not  break, 

But  strengthen  and  sustain. 

3  I  know  not  what  the  future  hath 

Of  marvel  or  surprise, 
Assured  alone  that  life  and  death 

His  mercy  underlies. 
And  so  beside  the  silent  sea 

I  wait  the  muffled  oar  ; 
No  harm  from  Him  can  come  to  me 

On  ocean  or  on  shore. 

4  I  know  not  where  His  islands  lift 

Their  fronded  palms  in  air ; 
I  only  know  I  cannot  drift 

Beyond  His  love  and  care. 
And  Thou,  0  Lord,  by  whom  are  seen 

Thy  creatures  as  they  be, 
Forgive  me  if  too  close  I  lean 

My  human  heart  on  Thee. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

535  L- M- 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Let    the    mountains    from    their    seats    be 

hurled 

Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world  — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide  ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 


408  TRUST  AND  CONFIDENCE. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  Thine  Holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built    on    His    truth,    and    armed    with 
power. 

/.  Watts. 

536  L  M 

FOUNTAIN  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  Thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 

2  Doth  sickness  fill  my  heart  with  fear? 
'T  is  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near ; 
And  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 

'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life,  Thy  promises  of  aid 
Forbid  my  heart  to  be  afraid  ; 

In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes ; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

4  O  all-sufficient  Saviour,  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me ; 

Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 
The  weakest,  shielded  by  Thine  arm. 

J.  Edmestoii. 


TRUST   AND  CONFIDENCE.  409 

537 ^ 

O  GOD  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 

Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  thro'  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  Oh,  spread  Thy  sheltering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace  ! 

5  Such  blessings  from  Thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  Thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 

P.  Doddridge. 


538 


S.  M. 


MY  times  are  in  Thy  hand  ; 

My  God,  I  wish  them  there ; 
My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave 

Entirely  to  Thy  care. 

2  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be  ; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 


410  TRUST  AND   CONFIDENCE. 

3  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand  ; 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear? 
My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Jesus,  the  crucified  ! 
Those  hands  my  cruel  sins  had  pierced 
Are  now  my  guard  and  guide ; 

5  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

I'll  always  trust  in  Thee  ; 
And,  after  death,  at  Thy  right  hand 
I  shall  for  ever  be. 

W.  F.  Lloyd. 

539  c  M 

THERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 

Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Keserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace  ; 

Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed  ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  The  angels  watch  him  on  his  way, 

And  aid  with  friendly  arm  ; 

And  Satan,  roaring  for  his  prey, 

May  hate,   but  cannot  harm. 

4  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine ! 

5  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end, 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

H.  F.  Lyte. 


TRUST  AND  CONFIDENCE.  411 


C.  M. 


540 

I  WORSHIP  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God, 

And  all  Thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 

To  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do, 
And  leave  the  rest  to  Thee. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  Thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  Lord,  for  Thou 
Hast  made  Thy  triumphs  mine. 

4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  His  sweet  will. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

541  °  M 

THE  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want  ; 

He  makes  me  down  to  lie 
In  pastures  green  ;  He  leadeth  me 

The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again  ; 

And  me  to  walk  doth  make 
Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
E'en  for  His  own  name's  sake. 


412  TRUST  AND   CONFIDENCE. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 

Yet  will  I  fear  none  ill  ; 
For  Thou  art  with  me ;  and  Thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 

In  presence  of  my  foes : 
My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  life 

Shall  surely  follow  me  ; 
And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

F.  Rons. 

542  c.  M. 

THOU,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  : 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails,  and  spear, 

And  manifold  disgrace  ; 

2  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony ; 
E'en  death  itself ;  and  all  for  one 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

3  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Or  of  escaping  hell. 

4  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord. 

5  E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

F.  Xavier.     Tr.  E.  Ccwvall. 


TRUST  AND  CONFIDENCE.  413 


543  s  M 

THE  Lord  my  shepherd  is ; 

I  shall  be  well  supplied  : 
Since  he  is  mine  and  I  am  His, 

What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me,  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death's  dark  shade 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  Thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  Thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  Thy  praise. 

L  Watts. 

544  s.  M. 

MY  spirit,  on  Thy  care, 

Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 

For  Thou  art  love  divine. 


414  TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  : 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

//.  F.  Lyte. 

545  s  M 

DEAR  Lord  and  Master  mine, 

Thy  happy  servant  see  ; 
My  Conqueror,  with  what  joy  divine 

Thy  captive  clings  to  Thee. 

2  I  would  not  walk  alone, 

But  still  with  Thee,  my  God  ; 
At  every  step  my  blindness  own, 
And  ask  of  Thee  the  road. 

3  The  weakness  I  enjoy 

That  casts  me  on  Thy  breast; 
The  conflicts  that  Thy  strength  employ 
Make  me  divinely  blest. 

4  Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine, 

Still  keep  Thy  servant  true ; 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide  divine, 
Bring,  bring  Thy  pilgrim  through. 

5  My  Conqueror  and  my  King, 

Still  keep  me  in  Thy  train  ; 
And  with  Thee  Thy  glad  captive  bring, 
When  Thou  return'st  to  reign. 

T.  H.  GUI. 


TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE.  415 

546  s  M- 

To  GOD  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 

Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  T  is  His  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  His  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  His  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  His  grace, 
And  make  His  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  song. 

/.  Watts. 


547 


7s,  6s.  81. 


SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings  ; 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 

With  healing  in  His  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 


416  TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE. 

2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  th'  unknown  to-rnorrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 

3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing, 

But  He  will  bear  us  through  ; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing, 

Will  clothe  His  people  too ; 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed  ; 
And  He  who  feeds  the  ravens, 

Will  give  His  children  bread. 

4  Though  vine,  nor  fig-tree  neither, 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear, 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither, 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there ; 
Yet  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice, 
For,  while  in  Him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

W.  Cmvper. 

7s,  6s.  81. 

0  JESUS,  I  have  promised 
To  serve  Thee  to  the  end  ; 

Be  Thou  for  ever  near  me, 
My  Master  and  my  friend  ! 

1  shall  not  fear  the  battle 
If  Thou  art  by  my  side, 

Nor  wander  from  the  pathway 
If  Thou  wilt  be  my  guide. 


TRUST   AND   CONFIDENCE.  417 

2  Oh,  let  me  feel  Thee  near  me ! 

The  world  is  ever  near ; 
I  see  the  sights  that  dazzle, 

The  tempting  sounds  I  hear ; 
My  foes  are  ever  near  me, 

Around  me  and  within  ; 
But,  Jesus,  draw  Thou  nearer, 

And  shield  my  soul  from  sin. 

8  Oh,  let  me  hear  Thee  speaking 

In  accents  clear  and  still, 
Above  the  storms  of  passion, 

The  murmurs  of  self-will. 
Oh,  speak  to  re-assure  me, 

To  hasten  or  control ! 
Oh,  speak,  and  make  me  listen, 

Thou  Guardian  of  my  soul ! 

4  O  Jesus,  Thou  hast  promised 

To  all  who  follow  Thee, 
That  where  Thou  art  in  glory 

There  shall  Thy  servant  be  ; 
And,  Jesus,  I  have  promised 

To  serve  Thee  to  the  end ; 
Oh,  give  me  grace  to  follow, 

My  Master  and  my  friend ! 

5  Oh,  let  me  see  Thy  foot-marks, 

And  in  them  plant  my  own  ! 
My  hope  to  follow  duly 

Is  in  Thy  strength  alone. 
Oh,  guide  me,  call  me,  draw  me, 

Uphold  me  to  the  end  ! 
At  last  in  heaven  receive  me, 

My  Saviour  and  my  friend ! 

«7,  E.  Bode, 


14 


418  ACTIVITY  AND  ZEAL. 


549 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  BROTHERS,  lift  your  voices, 

Triumphant  songs  to  raise, 
Till  heav'n  on  high  rejoices, 

And  earth  is  fill'd  with  praise. 
Ten  thousand  hearts  are  bounding 

With  holy  hopes  and  free ; 
The  Gospel  trump  is  sounding, 

The  trump  of  Jubilee. 

2  O  Christian  brothers,  glorious 

Shall  be  the  conflict's  close  : 
The  cross  hath  been  victorious, 

And  shall  be  o'er  its  foes. 
Faith  is  our  battle- token  : 

Our  leader  all  controls  ; 
Our  trophies,  fetters  broken  ; 

Our  captives,  ransomed  souls. 

3  Not  unto  us  :  Lord  Jesus, 

To  Thee  all  praise  be  due  ! 
Whose  blood-bought  mercy  frees  us, 

Has  freed  our  brethren  too. 
Not  unto  us  :  in  glory 

The  angels  catch  the  strain, 
And  cast  their  crowns  before  Thee 

Exultingly  again. 

4  Captain  of  our  salvation, 

Thy  presence  we  adore  : 
Praise,  glory,  adoration 

Be  Thine  for  evermore ! 
Still  on  in  conflict  pressing 

On  Thee  Thy  people  call, 
Thee,  King  of  kings  confessing, 

Thee,  crowning  Lord  of  all. 

E.  H.  Bictersteth. 


ACTIVITY   AND  ZEAL.  419 


550 


OH,  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread 
With  Jesus  as  your  fellow, 

To  Jesus  as  your  head  ! 
Oh,  happy  if  ye  labor 

As  Jesus  did  for  men  ! 
Oh,  happy  if  ye  hunger 

As  Jesus  hunger'd  then  ! 

2  The  cross  that  Jesus  carried, 

He  carried  as  your  due  : 
The  crown  that  Jesus  weareth, 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 
The  faith  by  which  ye  see  Him, 

The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 
The  love  that  through  all  troubles 

To  Him  alone  will  turn  ; 

3  The  trials  that  beset  you, 

The  sorrows  ye  endure, 
The  manifold  temptations 

That  death  alone  can  cure  ; 
What  are  they  but  His  jewels,* 

Of  right  celestial  worth? 
What  are  they  but  the  ladder 

Set  up  to  heaven  on  earth  ? 

4  O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

Look  upward  to  the  skies, 
Where  such  a  light  affliction 

Shall  win  so  great  a  prize  ! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  loftiest  praises  given, 

Now  and  for  evermore. 
Joseph  the  Hymnographer.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


420  ACTIVITY  AND  ZEAL. 

551  °  M 

OH,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'T  is  music  in  the  sinner's  ears ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  His  voice, 

Hew  life  the  dead  receive ; 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice  ; 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

C.  Wesley. 


552 


C.  M, 


AWAKE,  my  soul,  stretch  ev'ry  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 

A  heav'nly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ! 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 


ACTIVITY  AND   ZEAL.  421 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'T  is  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye  : 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When    victors'    wreaths    and    monarch s' 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust.        [gems 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

P.  Doddridge. 

553  c  M 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  His  Name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  pri'ze, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


422  ACTIVITY   AND   ZEAL. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  Thine. 

/.  Watts. 

554  c- M- 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 

The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  His  name ; 

His  name  is  all  my  trust : 
Nor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure, 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

I.  Watts. 

555  6s'5s- 12L 

PART   I. 

FORWARD  !  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined  ; 
Seek  the  things  before  us, 

Not  a  look  behind. 
Burns  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head ; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led? 


ACTIVITY  AND   ZEAL.  428 

Forward  thro'  the  desert, 

Thro'  the  toil  and  fight ! 
Jordan  flows  before  us  ; 

Zion  beams  with  light. 

2  Forward,  when  in  childhood 

Buds  the  infant  mind  ; 
All  through  youth  and  manhood, 

Not  a  thought  behind  : 
Speed  through  realms  of  nature, 

Climb  the  steps  of  grace  ; 
Faint  not,  till  in  glory 

Gleams  our  Father's  face. 
Forward,  all  the  life-time, 

Climb  from  height  to  height, 
Till  the  head  be  hoary, 

Till  the  eve  be  light. 

3  Forward,  flock  of  Jesus, 

Salt  of  all  the  earth, 
Till  each  yearning  purpose 

Spring  to  glorious  birth. 
Sick,  they  ask  for  healing, 

Blind,  they  grope  for  day  ; 
Pour  upon  the  nations 

Wisdom's  loving  ray. 
Forward,  out  of  error. 

Leave  behind  the  night ; 
Forward,  through  the  darkness 

Forward,  into  light ! 

4  Glories  upon  glories 

Hath  our  God  prepared, 
By  the  souls  that  love  Him 

One  day  to  be  shared : 
Eye  hath  not  beheld  them, 

Ear  hath  never  heard  ; 
Nor  of  these  have  uttered 

Thought  or  speech  a  word. 


ACTIVITY   AND  ZEAL. 


Forward,  marching  eastward 
Where  the  heaven  is  bright, 

Till  the  veil  be  lifted, 
Till  our  faith  be  sight. 

556  6s,5s.  121. 

PART   II. 

FAR  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth  ; 

That  fair  home  is  ours. 
Flash  the  streets  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  gates  with  gold, 
Flows  the  gladdening  river, 

Shedding  joys  untold. 
Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  the  Spirit's  might, 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  light. 

2  Into  God's  high  temple 

Onward  as  we  press, 
Beauty  spreads  around  us, 

Born  of  holiness ; 
Arch,  and  vault,  and  carving, 

Lights  of  varied  tone, 
Softened  words  and  holy, 

Prayer  and  praise  alone  : 
Every  thought  upraising 

To  our  city  bright, 
Where  the  tribes  assemble 

Round  the  throne  of  light. 

3  Naught  that  city  needeth 

Of  these  aisles  of  stone ; 
Where  the  Godhead  dwelleth, 
Temple  there  is  none ; 


ACTIVITY  AND   ZEAL. 


All  the  saints,  that  ever 

In  these  courts  have  stood, 
Are  but  babes,  and  feeding 

On  the  children's  food. 
On  through  sign  and  token, 

Stars  amid  the  night, 
Forward  through  the  darkness, 

Forward  into  light. 

4  To  th'  eternal  Father 

Loudest  anthems  raise  ; 
To  the  Son  and  Spirit 

Echo  songs  of  praise ; 
To  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Blessed  Three  in  One, 
Be  by  men  and  angels 

Endless  honors  done. 
Weak  are  earthly  praises ; 

Dull  the  songs  of  night ; 
Forward  into  triumph, 

Forward  into  light ! 

//.  Alford. 

557  6s,  5s.  81.     With  Kef  rain. 

SAVIOUR,  blessed  Saviour, 

Listen  while  we  sing ; 
Hearts  and  voices  raising 

Praises  to  our  King. 
All  we  have  we  offer, 

All  we  hope  to  be, 
Body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

All  we  yield  to  Thee. 

REFRAIN.  —  Saviour,  blessed  Saviour, 
Listen  while  we  sing ; 
Hearts  and  voices  raising 
Praises  to  our  King. 


426  ACTIVITY   AND   ZEAL. 

2  Nearer,  ever  nearer, 

Christ,  we  draw  to  Thee, 
Deep  in  adoration 

Bending  low  the  knee  : 
Thou  for  our  redemption 

Cam'st  on  earth  to  die  ; 
Thou,  that  we  might  follow, 

Hast  gone  up  on  high. 

3  Brighter  still  and  brighter 

Glows  the  western  sun, 
Shedding  all  .its  gladness 

O'er  our  work  that's  done 
Time  will  soon  be  over, 

Toil  and  sorrow  past, 
May  we,  blessed  Saviour, 

Find  a  rest  at  last. 

4  Onward,  ever  onward, 

Journeying  o'er  the  road 
Worn  by  saints  before  us, 

Journeying  on  to  God ; 
Leaving  all  behind  us, 

May  we  hasten  on, 
Backward  never  looking 

Till  the  prize  is  won. 

5  Higher,  then,  and  higher, 

Bear  the  ransomed  soul, 
Earthly  toils  forgetting, 

Saviour,  to  its  goal ; 
Where  in  joys  unt bought  of 

Saints  with  angels  sing, 
Never  weary,  raising 

Praises  to  their  King. 

G.  Tliring. 


ACTIVITY   AND   ZEAL.  427 

558  °- M- 

MUST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 

And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 

And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above, 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ; 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 
Joyful,  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown, 
And  His  dear  name  repeat. 

5  O  precious  cross  !     O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

T.  Shepherd.    Alt. 


559 


8s,  7s. 


JESUS  only,  when  the  morning 
Beams  upon  the  path  I  tread ; 

Jesus  only,  when  the  darkness 
Gathers  round  my  weary  head. 

2  Jesus  only,  when  the  billows 

Cold  and  sullen  o'er  me  roll ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  trumpet 
Rends  the  tomb  and  wakes  the  soul. 


ACTIVITY  AND  ZEAL. 


3  Jesus  only,  when,  adoring, 

Saints  their  crowns  before  Him  bring; 
Jesus  only,  I  will,  joyous, 
Through  eternal  ages  sing. 

E.  Nason. 

560  S.  M.     With  Refrain. 

REJOICE,  ye  pure  in  heart, 

Rejoice,  give  thanks  and  sing ; 
Your  festal  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  cross  of  Christ  your  King. 
REFRAIN.  —  Rejoice,  rejoice, 

Rejoice,  give  thanks  and  sing. 

2  Bright  youth  and  snow-crowned  age, 

Strong  men  and  maidens  meek, 
Raise  high  your  free,  exulting  song, 
God's  wondrous  praises  speak. 

3  With  all  the  angel  choirs, 

With  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
Pour  out  the  strains  of  joy  and  bliss, 
True  rapture,  noblest  mirth. 

4  Your  clear  hosannas  raise, 

And  alleluias  loud  ; 
Whilst  answering  echoes  upward  float, 
Like  wreaths  of  incense  cloud. 

5  With  voice  as  full  and  strong 

As  ocean's  surging  praise, 
Send  forth  the  hymns  our  fathers  loved, 
The  psalms  of  ancient  days. 

6  Yes  on,  through  life's  long  path, 

Still  chanting  as  ye  go  ; 
From  youth  to  age,  by  night  and  day, 
In  gladness  and  in 'woe. 


ACTIVITY   AND   ZEAL.  429 

7  Still  lift  your  standard  high, 

Still  march  in  firm  array, 
As  warriors  through  the  darkness  toil 
Till  dawns  the  golden  day. 

8  At  last  the  march  shall  end, 

The  wearied  ones  shall  rest, 
The  pilgrims  find  their  Father's  house, 
Jerusalem  the  blest. 

E.  H.  Plumptre. 


561 


7s.  81. 


JESUS,  Master,  whom  I  serve, 
Though  so  feebly  and  so  ill, 

Strengthen  hand  and  heart  and  nerve 
All  Thy  bidding  to  fulfill ; 

Open  Thou  mine  eyes  to  see 
All  the  work  Thou  hast  for  me. 

2  Lord,  Thou  needest  not,  I  know, 

Service  such  as  I  can  bring ; 
Yet  I  long  to  prove  and  show 

Full  allegiance  to  my  King. 
Thou  an  honor  art  to  me ; 
Let  me  be  a  praise  to  Thee. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  wilt  Thou  use 

One  who  owes  Thee  more  than  all? 
As  Thou  wilt !  I  would  not  choose  ; 

Only  let  me  hear  Thy  call. 
Jesus,  let  me  always  be, 
In  Thy  service,  glad  and  free. 
F.  R, 


(This  hymn  is  Part  II  of  " Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am,1 
No.  276,  and  "Take  my  life  and  let  be,1'  No.  453.) 


430  ACTIVITY   AND  ZEAL. 


562 

O  PRAISE  our  God  to-day, 

His  constant  mercy  bless, 
Whose  love  hath  helped  us  on  our  way, 

And  granted  us  success. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 

Our  daily  toil  to  bear  ; 
His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts, 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 

3  Oh,  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  cup  of  woe, 
By  deeds  of  holy  love  ! 

4  Lord,  may  it  be  our  choice, 

This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 
' '  Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

H.  W.  Baker. 

563  s  M 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand  ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed; 
Broad-cast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  And  duly  shall  appear 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  431 

4  Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God,  is  come, 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  Heaven  cry,  "  Harvest  Home." 

J.  Montgomery. 

564  °  M 

OH,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong 
Sounds  forth  the  ancient  word, 

4  *  More  reapers  for  white  harvest  fields, 
More  laborers  for  the  Lord." 

2  We  hear  the  call  ;  in  dreams  no  more 

In  selfish  ease  we  lie, 
But,  girded  for  our  Father's  work, 
Go  forth  beneath  His  sky. 

3  Where  prophets'  word,  and  martyrs'  blood, 

And  prayers  of  saints  were  sown, 
We,  to  their  labors  entering  in, 

Would  reap  where  they  have  strown. 

4  O  Thou  whose  call  our  hearts  has  stirred, 

To  do  Thy  will  we  come  ; 
Thrust  in  our  sickles  at  Thy  word, 
And  bear  our  harvest  home. 

S.  Longfellow. 

565  L  M 

O  LOVE  divine,  that  stoop'd  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 

On  Thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We  smile  at  pain  while  Thou  art  near. 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 

And  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 
Our    hearts   still    wrhispering,    Thou    art 
near. 


432  TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT. 

3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 

And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 
The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  Thou  art  near. 

4  On  Thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 

O  Love  divine,  forever  dear ! 
Content  to  suffer,  while  we  know, 
Living  and  dying,  Thou  art  near. 

0.  W.  Holmes. 


566 


6s.  81. 


THY  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand ; 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

I  would  not,  if  I  might ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine,  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine, 

Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness,  or  my  health ; 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great,  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  guide,  my  strength, 

My  wisdom,  and  my  all. 

H.  Bonar. 


TRIAL    AND    CONFLICT.  433 


567  °- M- 

OH,  help  us,  Lord  ;  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still,  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

3  If,  strangers  to  Thy  fold,  we  call, 

Imploring  at  Thy  feet 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall, 
'T  is  all  we  dare  entreat. 
t» 

4  But  be  it,  Lord  of  mercy,  all, 

So  Thou  wilt  grant  but  this  : 
The  crumbs  that  from  Thy  table  fall 
Are  light,  and  life,  and  bliss. 

5  Oh,  help  us,  Jesus,  from  on  high  ; 

We  know  no  help  but  Thee  : 
Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die 
As  Thine  in  heaven  to  be. 

H.  H.  Milman. 


568  "MO* 

COME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 

Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,   here  tel 

your  anguish  ; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 


434  TRIAL    AND    CONFLICT. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
'k  Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
cure. " 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  life,  see  waters  flow- 

ing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from 

above ; 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love,  come,  ever  know- 
ing 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 

T.  Moore.    Alt.  V.  3,  T.  Hastings. 

569  s  M 

-• 
How  gentle  God's  commands, 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

Let  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand,  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Down  to  the  present  day ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

P.  Doddridge. 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  436 

570  L  M 

FIGHT  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might, 
Christ  is  thy  strength,  and  Christ  thy  right ; 
Lay  hold  on  life,  and  it  shall  be 
Thy  joy  and  crown  eternally. 

2  Run  the  straight  race  through  God's  good 

grace, 

Lift  up  thine  eyes,  and  seek  His  face  ; 
Life  with  its  way  before  us  lies, 
Christ  is  the  path,  and  Christ  the  prize. 

3  Cast  care  aside,  lean  on  thy  Guide ; 
His  boundless  mercy  will  provide  ; 
Trust,  and  thy  trusting  soul  shall  prove 
Christ  is  its  life,  and  Christ  its  love. 

4  Faint  not  nor  fear,  His  arms  are  near ; 
He  changeth  not,  and  thou  art  dear  ; 
Only  believe,  and  thou  shalt  see 

That  Christ  is  all  in  all  to  thee. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 


571 


7s. 


WHEN  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  overflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

3  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 


486  TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 

4  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier  ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

5  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

6  Thou  the  shame,  the  grief,  hast  known, 
Though  the  sins  were  not  Thine  own  ; 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

H,  H.  Milman. 


572 


S.  M. 


MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 

To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ! 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  : 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  His  blest  abode. 

O.  Heath. 


TRIAL   AND   CONFLICT.  437 


573  s- M- 

OH,  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 

Is  earthly  shame  or  loss? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 

When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain, 
May  be  our  portion  here : 

5  Enough  if  Thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  Thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live, 

H.  W.  Baker. 

574  s- M 

GIVE  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 

Hope,  and  be  not  dismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears  ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms 
-     He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 


438  TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart, 
And  every  care  be  gone. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not? 

Yet  Heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  Let  us,  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare, 
And  publish,  with  our  latest  breath, 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

P.  Oerhardt.     Tr.  J.  Wesley. 


575 


S.  M. 


SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on  ; 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies, 

Thro'  His  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  His  mighty  power ; 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Js  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued  ; 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  overcome,  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  439 


5  From  strength  to  strength  go  on, 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

C.  Wesley. 

576  6s- 8L 

MY  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Oh,  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ! 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

I  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  !• 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear ; 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee  ; 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

B.  Schmolck.    Tr.  J.  B&rthwtek. 

577  6s.  81. 

THERE  is  a  blessed  home 

Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 

Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow ; 


440  TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT. 

Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
And  patient  hope  is  crown'd, 

And  everlasting  light 
Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell  ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One, 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 

3  O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  He  hath  done  ! 

4  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  : 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

H.  W.  Baker. 
578  6,4,6,4,6,6,6,1. 

WE  are  but  strangers  here, 

Heaven  is  our  home  ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear, 

Heaven  is  our  home. 


TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT.  441 

Danger  and  sorrow  stand 

Round  us  on  every  hand, 

Heaven  is  our  fatherland, 

Heaven  is  our  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempests  rage? 

Heaven  is  our  home  ; 
Short  is  our  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  our  home. 
And  Time's  wild  wintry  blast 
Soon  shall  be  overpast  ; 
We  shall  reach  home  at  last : 

Heaven  is  our  home. 

3  There  at  our  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  our  home, 
May  we  be  glorified  : 

Heaven  is  our  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  we  love  most  and  best, 
Grant  us  with  them  to  rest : 

Heaven  is  our  home. 

4  Grant  us  to  murmur  not, 

Heaven  is  our  home. 
Whate'er  our  earthly  lot, 

Heaven  is  our  home. 
Grant  us  at  last  to  stand 
There  at  Thine  own  right  hand, 
Jesus,  in  fatherland  : 

Heaven  is  our  home. 

T.  R.  Taylor. 

579 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me, 
For  I  am  weary  and  opprest ; 
I  came  to  cast  myself  on  Thee  : 
Thou  art  my  rest. 


442  TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT. 

2  Look  down  on  me,  for  I  am  weak  ; 

I  feel  the  toilsome  journey's  length  ; 
Thine  aid  omnipotent  I  seek  : 
Thou  art  my  strength. 

3  I  am  bewildered  on  my  way, 

Dark  and  tempestuous  is  the  night  : 
Oh,  shed  Thou  forth  some  cheering  ray  ! 
Thou  art  my  light. 

4  I  hear  the  storms  around  me  rise  ; 

But  when  I  dread  th'  impending  shock, 
My  spirit  to  the  refuge  flies  : 
Thou  art  my  rock. 

5  When  the  accuser  flings  his  darts, 

I  look  to  Thee  ;  my  terrors  cease  ; 
Thy  cross  a  hiding-place  imparts  : 
Thou  art  my  peace. 

6  Standing  alone  on  Jordan's  brink, 

In  that  tremendous,  latest  strife, 
Thou  wilt  not  suffer  me  to  sink  : 
Thou  art  my  life. 

7  Thou  wilt  my  every  want  supply, 

E'en  to  the  end,  whate'er  befall  ; 
Through  life,  in  death,  eternally, 
Thou  art  my  all. 

a 


580 


MY  song  shall  be  of  mercy  : 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  I  sing, 
Who  all  my  life  hast  hid  me 

Beneath  Thy  shelt'ring  wing  ; 
Who  still,  in  love  most  patient, 

This  mortal  journey  through, 
Hast  followed  me  with  goodness, 

And  blessings  ever  new. 


TRIAL   AND   CONFLICT.  443 

2  My  song  shall  be  of  judgment : 

All-wise  and  holy  God, 
Thou  makest  all  Thy  children 

To  pass  beneath  Thy  rod ; 
Thou  scourgest  whom  Thou  lovest, 

Yet,  oh  !  my  soul  shall  tell 
That  when  Thy  stroke  is  sorest 

Thou  doest  all  things  well. 

3  My  song  shall  be  of  mercy  : 

Come,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
Who  know  that  He  is  gracious, 

Who  trust  His  faithful  word, 
Tell  out  His  works  with  gladness, 

With  me  exalt  His  name, 
Whose  love  endures  for  ever, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  My  song  shall  be  of  judgment : 

Ye  who  His  chastenings  feel, 
Oh,  faint  not  nor  be  weary, 

He  wounds  that  He  may  heal ! 
Yes,  bless  the  hand  that  smiteth, 

And  in  your  grief  confess 
That  all  His  ways  are  wisdom, 

And  truth,  and  righteousness. 

H.  Downton. 


581 


6s,  5s.  81. 


PURER  yet  and  purer 

I  would  be  in  mind, 
Dearer  yet  and  dearer 

Every  duty  find ; 
Hoping  still,  and  trusting 

God  without  a  fear, 
Patiently  believing 

He  will  make  all  clear. 


444  TRIAL   AND   CONFLICT. 

2  Calmer  yet  and  calmer 

In  the  hours  of  pain, 
Surer  yet  and  surer 

Peace  at  last  to  gain  ; 
Suffering  still  and  doing, 

To  His  will  resigned, 
And  to  God  subduing 

Heart  and  will  and  mind. 

3  Higher  yet  and  higher 

Out  of  clouds  and  night, 
Nearer  yet  and  nearer 

Rising  to  the  light,  — 
Light  serene  and  holy, 

Where  my  soul  may  rest, 
Purified  and  lowly, 

Sanctified  and  blest. 

4  Swifter  yet  and  swifter 

Ever  onward  run, 
Firmer  yet  and  firmer 

Step  as  I  go  on. 
Oft  these  earnest  longings 

Swell  within  my  breast ; 
Yet  their  inner  meaning 

Ne'er  can  be  expressed. 

J.  W.  von  Qffithe. 


582 


6s,  5s.   81. 


OH,  let  him  whose  sorrow 

No  relief  can  find, 
Trust  in  God  and  borrow 

Ease  for  heart  and  mind  : 
Where  the  mourner  weeping 

Sheds  the  secret  tear, 
God  His  watch  is  keeping, 

Though  none  else  is  near. 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  445 

2  God  will  never  leave  us, 

All  our  wants  He  knows, 
Feels  the  pains  that  grieve  us, 

Sees  our  cares  and  woes : 
When  in  grief  we  languish, 

He  will  dry  the  tear, 
Who  His  children's  anguish 

Soothes  with  succor  near. 

3  All  our  woe  and  sadness 

In  this  world  below, 
Balance  not  the  gladness 

We  in  heaven  shall  know, 
When  our  gracious  Saviour, 

In  the  realms  above 
Crowns  us  with  His  favor, 

Fills  us  with  His  love. 

H.  Oswald.     Tr.  F.  E.  Cox. 


583 


6s,  5s.  81. 


IN  the  hour  of  trial, 

Jesus,  plead  for  me, 
Lest  by  base  denial 

I  depart  from  Thee  ; 
When  Thou  see'st  me  waver, 

With  a  look  recall, 
Nor  for  fear  or  favor 

Suffer  me  to  fall. 

2  With  forbidden  pleasures 

Would  this  vain  world  charm  : 
Or  its  sordid  treasures 

Spread  to  work  me  harm  ; 
Bring  to  my  remembrance 

Sad  Gethsemane, 
Or,  in  darker  semblance, 

Cross-crowned  Calvary. 


446  TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 

3  Should  Thy  mercy  send  me 

Sorrow,  toil,  and  woe ; 
Or  should  pain  attend  me 

On  my  path  below  ; 
Grant  that  I  may  never 

Fail  Thy  hand  to  see  ; 
Grant  that  I  may  ever 

Cast  my  care  on  Thee. 

4  When  my  last  hour  cometh, 

Fraught  with  strife  and  pain, 
When  my  dust  returneth 

To  the  dust  again  ; 
On  Thy  truth  relying, 

Through  that  mortal  strife, 
Jesus,  take  me,  dying, 

To  eternal  life. 
J.  Montgomery.    Alt.  Mrs.  Button  and  G.  Thring. 

584  C.M.  81. 

FORGIVE,  O  Lord,  the  doubts  that  break 

Thy  promises  to  me ; 
Forgive  me  that  I  fail  to  take 

My  pardon,  full  and  free. 
I  sought  to  put  my  sins  away, 

I  strove  to  do  Thy  will, 
And  yet,  whene'er  I  tried  to  pray, 

My  heart  was  doubting  still. 

2  I  thought  that  Thou  with  jealous  eyes 

Wast  watching  me  alway, 
My  deeds  to  mark,  my  steps  to  spy, 

Whene'er  I  went  astray ; 
I  hoped  that  when,  by  days  and  years 

Of  service  and  of  prayer, 
•    I  had  besought  Thy  grace  with  tears, 
Thy  mercy  I  might  share. 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  447 

3  Forgive,  O  Father,  this  my  sin, 
This  jealous,  doubting  heart ; 
For  when  men  seek  Thy  love  to  win, 

And  choose  the  better  part, 
I  know  that,  swifter  than  the  light 

Leaps  earthward  from  the  sun, 
Thy  pardoning  love,  Thy  rescuing  might, 
Speed  down  to  every  one. 

W.  Gladden. 

585  10s- 

LEAD  us,  O  Father,  in  the  paths  of  peace  ; 
Without  Thy  guiding  hand  we  go  astray, 
And    doubts   appal,    and    sorrows  still  in- 
crease ; 

Lead  us  thro'  Christ,  the  true  and  living 
way. 

2  Lead  us,  O  Father,  in  the  paths  of  truth  ; 

Unhelped  by  Thee,   in  error's  maze   we 

grope, 
"While  passion  stains,  and  folly  dims  our 

youth, 
And  age  comes  on,  uncheered  by  faith 

and  hope. 

3  Lead  us,  O  Father,  in  the  paths  of  right ; 

Blindly  we  stumble  when  we  walk  alone, 
Involved  in  shadows  of  a  darksome  night, 
Only  with  Thee  we  journey  safely  on. 

4  Lead  us,  O  Father,  to  Thy  heavenly  rest, 

However  rough  and  steep  the  path  may 

be, 
Through  joy  or  sorrow,   as  Thou  deemest 

best, 

Until  our  lives  are  perfected  in  Thee. 
W.  H.  Burleigh. 


448  TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT. 


C.  M.    81. 


586 

FATHER  of  love,  our  guide  and  friend, 

Oh,  lead  us  gently  on, 
Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 

And  heavenly  peace  be  won. 
We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be, 

As  yet  by  us  untrod  ; 
But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 

Our  Father  and  our  God. 

2  If  called,  like  Abraham's  child,  to  climb 

The  hill  of  sacrifice, 
Some  angel  may  be  there  in  time ; 

Deliverance  shall  arise  : 
Or,  if  some  darker  lot  be  good, 

Oh,  teach  us  to  endure 
The  sorrow,  pain,  or  solitude, 

That  make  the  spirit  pure. 

3  Christ  by  no  flowery  pathway  came  ; 

And  we,  His  followers  here, 
Must  do  Thy  will  and  praise  Thy  name, 

In  hope,  and  love,  and  fear : 
And,  till  in  heaven  we  sinless  bow, 

And  faultless  anthems  raise, 
0  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 

Accept  our  feeble  praise. 

W.  J.  Irons. 


587 


10s,  4s. 


I  DO  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  life  may  be 

A  pleasant  road  ; 

I  do  not  ask  that  Thou  wouldst  take  from 
me 

Aught  of  its  load. 


TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT.  449 

2  For    one    thing  only,    Lord,   dear  Lord,   I 

plead : 

Lead  me  aright, 

Though  strength  should  falter  and  though 
heart  should  bleed, 

Through  peace  to  light. 

3  I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  Thou  shouldst 

shed 

Full  radiance  here  ; 

Give  but  a  ray  of  peace,  that  I  may  tread 
Without  a  fea'r. 

4  I  do  not  ask  my  cross  to  understand, 

My  way  to  see  ; 

Better  in  darkness  just  to  feel  Thy  hand, 
And  follow  Thee. 

5  Joy  is  like  restless  day ;  but  peace  divine 

Like  quiet  night. 

Lead  me,  O  Lord,  till  perfect  day  shall  shine, 
Through  peace  to  light. 

A.  A.  Procter. 


588 

DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  Thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear. to  call  Thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

15 


C.  M. 


450  TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust, 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still; 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

A.  Steele. 

589  '  °- M- 

LORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 

Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  Thee  is  my  share, 

And  this  Thy  grace  must  give. 

2  If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 
To  end  my  toilsome  day. 

3  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  has  made  me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  : 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  will  Thy  glory  be  ? 

4  Then  shall  I  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  the  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

5  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him. 

R.  Baxter.    Alt. 


590 


TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT.  451 


C.  M. 


O  THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
Oh,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day ; 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief  ;  . 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  When,  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

I  wait  Thy  just  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath, 
Good  Lord,  remember  me. 

T.  Haweis  and  T.  Cotterill 


591 


C.  M. 


As  PANTS  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 

So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 

2  For  Thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine ; 
O,  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  divine ! 


TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 


3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Trust  God,  who  will  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn, 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 
To  my  oppressor's  scorn? 

5  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still ;  and  Thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  Him  who  is  Thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  spring. 

Tate  and  "Brady. 


592 


7s.  81. 


JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed. 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing ! 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer? 
Lo,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 
Lo,  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care ; 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  453 

Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand, 
While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 

Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 
Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart ; 

Rise  to  all  eternity ! 

C.  Wesley. 

593  8'8'8>4-' 

MY  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray  . 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"Thy  will  be  done  !" 

2  Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  be  still  and  murmur  not, 

Or  breathe  the  prayer  divinely  taught, 
"Thy  will  be  done!" 

3  "What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh, 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 


464  TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 

4  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize,  it  ne'er  was  mine ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  is  Thine  : 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 

5  Let  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  Thy  good  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest,  — 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 

6  Kenew  my  will  from  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

uThy  will  be  done!" 

7  Then,  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 

C.  Elliott. 
594  P.  M.  8,4,8,4,8,4. 

MY  God,  I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  made 

The  earth  so  bright ; 
So  full  of  splendor  and  of  joy, 

Beauty  and  light ; 
So  many  glorious  things  are  here, 

Noble  and  right. 

2  I  thank  Thee  too  that  Thou  hast  made 

Joy  to  abound ; 
So  many  gentle  thoughts  and  deeds 

Circling  us  round, 
That  in  the  darkest  spot  of  earth 

Some  love  is  found. 

3  I  thank  Thee  more  that  all  our  joy 

Is  touched  with  pain ; 
That  shadows  fall  on  brightest  hours ; 

That  thorns  remain  ; 
So  that  earth's  bliss  may  be  our  guide, 

And  not  our  chain. 


TRIAL   AND   CONFLICT.  455 

4  For  Thou  who  knowest,  Lord,  how  soon 

Our  weak  heart  clings, 
Hast  given  us  joys,  tender  and  true, 

Yet  all  with  wings ; 
So  that  we  see,  gleaming  on  high, 

Diviner  things. 

5  I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  that  Thou  hast  kept 

The  best  in  store  ; 
We  have  enough,  yet  not  too  much 

To  long  for  more  : 
A  yearning  for  a  deeper  peace, 

Not  known  before. 

6  I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  that  here  our  souls, 

Though  amply  blest, 
Can  never  find,  although  they  seek, 

A  perfect  rest ; 
Nor  ever  shall,  until  they  lean 

On  Jesus'  breast. 

A.  A.  Procter. 

595  L- M- 6L 

WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 

Still  He,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well, 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe,  — 


466  TRIAL  AND  CONFLICT. 

At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 

4  If  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies, 
Still*  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

5  When,  sorrowing,  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while,  — 

Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  Thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

6  And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last ; 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  Thou  hast  died  : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

R.  Grant. 

596  lls'10s- 

COME     unto     Me,    when    shadows    darkly 

gather, 

When  the  sad  heart  is  weary  and  dis- 
tressed, 
Seeking  for  comfort  from  your    heavenly 

Father, 

Come    unto    Me,    and    I    will    give    you 
rest. 

2  Ye  who  have    mourned  when  the    spring 

flowers  were  taken, 

When  the  ripe  fruit  fell  richly  to    the 
ground, 


TRIAL  AND   CONFLICT.  451 

When  the  loved  slept,    in  brighter    homes 

to  waken, 

Where     their     pale    brows    with    spirit 
wreaths  are  crowned. 

3  Large   are    the    mansions   in  Thy  Father's 

dwelling, 
Glad   are   the    homes  that  sorrows  never 

dim  ; 
Sweet   are   the  harps   in  holy  music  swel- 


Soft  are  the  tones  which  raise  the  heav- 
enly hymn. 

4  There,  like    an  Eden   blossoming  in  glad- 

ness, 
Bloom    the    fair    flowers    the    earth    too 

rudely  pressed  : 
Come  unto   Me    all   ye  who   droop  in  sad- 

ness, 
Come  unto  Me,  and  I  will  give  you  rest! 

C.  H.  Esling. 

597  L-  M- 

GOD  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call  : 
Afflicted,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall  : 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  Thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  That  were  a  grief  I  could  not  bear, 
Didst  Thou  not  hear  and  answer  prayer  ; 


458  WARFARE. 

But  a  prayer-hearing,  answering  God 
Supports  me  under  every  load. 

5  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

W.  Cowper. 

598  7s. 

OFT  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Fight  the  fight,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthen'd  with  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Let  your  drooping  hearts  be  glad  ; 
March  in  heavenly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  think  the  battle  long, 
Soon  shall  victory  tune  your  song. 

3  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye, 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede, 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

4  Onward  then  to  battle  move, 

More  than  conquerors  ye  shall  prove  ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldiers,  onward  go. 

H.  K.  White. 
599  5,5,5,5,6,5,6,5. 

BREAST  the  wave,  Christian, 

When  it  is  strongest  ; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian, 

When  the  night's  longest ; 
Onward  and  onward  still, 

Be  thine  endeavor  ; 
The  rest  that  remaineth, 

Will  be  for  ever. 


WARFARE. 


2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian, 

Jesus  is  o'er  thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian, 

Heaven  is  before  thee  ; 
He  who  hath  promised 

Faltereth  never  ; 
He  who  hath  loved  so  well, 

Loveth  for  ever. 

3  Lift  thine  eye,  Christian, 

Just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  thy  heart,  Christian, 

Ere  it  reposeth  ; 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ 

Nothing  shall  sever; 
And,  when  thy  work  is  done, 

Praise  Him  for  ever. 

J.  Stammers. 


600 


7s,  6s.  81. 


STAND  up  !  —  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross ; 
Lift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  ; 
From  vict'ry  unto  vict'ry 

His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  ev?ry  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up  !  —  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day. 
Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 


460  WARFARE. 


3  Stand  up  !  —  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Each  piece  put  on  with  prayer ; 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up  !  —  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long  ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next,  the  victor's  song. 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally  ! 

G.  Duffield. 

(301  7s, 6s.  81. 

Go  FORWARD,  Christian  soldier, 

Beneath  His  banner  true ; 
The  Lord  Himself,  thy  leader, 

Shall  all  thy  foes  subdue. 
His  love  foretells  thy  trials ; 

He  knows  thine  hourly  need  ; 
He  can  with  bread  of  heaven 

Thy  fainting  spirit  feed. 

2  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  secret  foe ; 
Far  more  o'er  thee  are  watching 

Than  human  eyes  can  know. 
Trust  only  Christ,  thy  Captain  ; 

Cease  not  to  watch  and  pray ; 
Heed  not  the  treacherous  voices 

That  lure  thy  soul  astray. 


WARFARE.  461 


3  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Nor  dream  of  peaceful  rest, 
Till  Satan's  host  is  vanquished 

And  heaven  is  all  possessed  ; 
Till  Christ  himself  shall  call  thee 

To  lay  thine  armor  by, 
And  wear  in  endless  glory 

The  crown  of  victory. 

4  Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  gathering  night ; 
The  Lord  has  been  thy  shelter ; 

The  Lord  will  be  thy  light. 
When  morn  His  face  revealeth, 

Thy  dangers  all  are  past : 
Oh,  pray  that  faith  and  virtue 

May  keep  thee  to  the  last ! 

L.  Tuttiett. 

602  °  M  81 

THE  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war, 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar : 

Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 
Who  best  can  drink  his  cup  of  woe, 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  his  cross  below, 

He  follows  in  His  train. 

2  That  martyr  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave  ; 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  called  on  Him  to  save  ; 
Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  His  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  pray'd  for  them  that  did  the  wrong  : 

Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 


WARFARE. 


3  A  noble  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came, 
Twelve  valiant  saints,  their  hope  they  knew 

And  mocked  the  torch  of  flame ; 
They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane, 
They  bowed  their  necks  the  stroke  to  feel : 

Who  follows  in  their  train? 

5  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 
The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  throne  of  God  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 
They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  heaven 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain ; 
O  God,  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train. 

R.  Heber. 

603  R  M-  5>5>s,8,5,5. 

JESUS,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won, 
And,  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless : 

Guide  us  by  Thy  hand, 

To  our  Fatherland. 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us  »• 

For,  through  many  a  foe 

To  our  home  we  go. 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring ; 
Show  us  that  bright  shore 
Where  we  weep  no  more. 


WARFARE.  463 


4  Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  : 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us. 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 
Till  we  safely  stand 
In  our  Fatherland. 

Jf.  L.  von  Zinzendorf.     Tr.  J.  Eorthwick. 

R  M-   5,5,8,8,5,5. 

JESUS,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee ! 
Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 
Life  and  light,  and  full  salvation  ; 

Son  of  God,  with  Thee 

None  compared  can  be ! 

2  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 

From  all  misery 
And  distress  me  to  deliver, 
And  from  death  to  save  for  ever : 


I  am  by  Thy  blood 
Reconciled  to  God. 


3  Grant  me  steadiness, 
Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender, 
So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force  ; 

Further  Thou  my  course. 

4  When  I  hence  depart, 
Strengthen  Thou  my  heart ; 

Where  Thou  art,  O  Lord,  convey  me ; 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me, 

That  at  Thy  right  hand 

Joyful  I  may  stand. 
J.  A.  Freylinghamen.    Moravian  Coll.    Alt. 


464  WARFARE. 


605  7'7>7>3- 

CHRISTIAN,  seek  not  yet  repose, 

Cast  thy  dreams  of  ease  away ; 
Thou  art  in  the  midst  of  foes  : 
Watch  and  pray. 

2  Gird  Thy  heavenly  armor  on, 

Wear  it  ever  night  and  day  ; 
Near  thee  lurks  the  evil  one ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

3  Hear  the  victors  who  o'ercame ; 

Still  they  watch  each  warrior's  way ; 
All  with  one  deep  voice  exclaim, 
Watch  and  pray. 

4  Hear,  above  all  these,  thy  Lord, 

Him  thou  lovest  to  obey ; 
Hide  within  thy  heart  His  word, 
Watch  and  pray. 

5  Watch,  as  if  on  that  alone 

Hung  the  issue  of  the  day ; 
Pray  that  help  may  be  sent  down ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

C.  Elliott. 
QQQ  6s,5s.  81. 

CHRISTIAN,  dost  thou  see  them 

On  the  holy  ground, 
How  the  hosts  of  darkness 

Compass  thee  around? 
Christian,  up  and  smite  them, 

Counting  gain  but  loss ; 
Smite  them,  Christ  is  with  thee, 

Soldier  of  the  cross. 


WARFARE.  465 


2  Christian,  dost  thou  feel  them, 

How  they  work  within, 
Striving,  tempting,  luring, 

Goading  into  sin  ? 
Christian,  never  tremble ; 

Never  be  downcast ; 
Gird  thee  for  the  battle, 

Watch  and  pray  and  fast. 

3  Christian,  dost  thou  hear  them, 

How  they  speak  thee  fair? 
"Always  fast  and  vigil? 

Always  watch  and  prayer?" 
Christian,  answer  boldly : 

"  While  I  breathe  I  pray  :  " 
Peace  shall  follow  battle, 

Night  shall  end  in  day. 

4  "Well  I  know  thy  trouble, 

0  My  servant  true ; 
Thou  art  very  weary, 

1  was  weary  too ; 

But  that  toil  shall  make  thee 

Some  day  all  Mine  own, 
And  the  end  of  sorrow 

Shall  be  near  My  throne." 

St.  Andrew  of  Crete.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


607 


7s,  6s.  81. 


LET  our  choir  new  anthems  raise, 

Wake  the  song  of  gladness ; 
God  himself  to  joy  and  praise 

Turns  the  martyrs'  sadness  : 
Bright  the  day  that  won  their  crown, 

Open'd  heav'n's  bright  portal, 
As  they  laid  the  mortal  down 

To  put  on  th'  immortal. 


HOPE   AND   EXALTATION. 


2  Never  flinched  they  from  the  flame, 

From  the  torture,  never ; 
Vain  the  foeman's  sharpest  aim, 

Satan's  best  endeavor ; 
For  by  faith  they  saw  the  land 

Decked  in  all  its  glory, 
Where  triumphant  now  they  stand 

With  the  victor's  story. 

3  Faith  they  had  that  knew  not  shame, 

Love  that  could  not  languish  ; 
And  eternal  hope  o'ercame 

Momentary  anguish. 
He  who  trod  the  self -same  road 

Death  and  hell  defeated  ; 
Wherefore  these  their  passions  showed 

Calvary  repeated. 

4  Up  and  follow,  Christian  men ! 

Press  through  toil  and  sorrow  ; 
Spurn  the  night  of  fear,  and  then, 

Oh,  the  glorious  morrow ! 
Who  will  venture  on  the  strife? 

Blest  who  first  begin  it ! 
Who  will  grasp  the  land  of  life  ? 

Warriors,  up  and  win  it ! 

Joseph,  the  Hymnographer.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

608  °  M 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 


HOPE  AND  EXALTATION.  467 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

/.  Watts. 


609 


7s. 


*    CAST  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
Only  lean  upon  His  word  ; 
Thou  shalt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  eternal  faithfulness. 

2  Ever  in  the  raging  storm 

Thou  shalt  see  His  cheering  form, 
Hear  His  pledge  of  coming  aid  : 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  His  feet ; 
Linger  at  His  mercy-seat : 

He  will  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 

Anon. 

610  lls 

THOUGH  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our 

way  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  leader,  His  Word  is  our 

stay  ; 
Though  suff'ring,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be 

near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge,  and  whom  can  we 

fear? 


468  HOPE  AND  EXALTATION. 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  He  cheereth  the  faint; 
The  weak  and  oppressed,  He  will  hear  their 

complaint ; 
The   way   may  be   weary,  and  thorny  the 

road, 
But  how   can  we   falter  ?    Our  help  is  in 

God. 

3  And  to   His   green  pastures  our  footsteps 

He  leads  ; 
His   flock  in  the   desert,   how    kindly    He 

feeds  ! 

The  lambs  in  His  bosom  He  tenderly  bears, 
And  brings  back  the  wanderers  safe  from 

the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God 

is  our  light ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is 

our  might  ; 
So    faint,    yet    pursuing,   still    onward    we 

come  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  leader,  and  heaven  is  our 

home ! 

J.  N.  Darby. 

611  lls 

THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;   no  want  shall 

I  know  ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I 

rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters 

flow, 

Kestores    me   when   wandering,   redeems 
when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 

Since   Thou  art   my  guardian,  no  evil  I 
fear; 


HOPE   AND   EXALTATION.  469 

Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be  my 

stay; 

No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter 
near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my 
head  ; 

Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence 
more? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 

Still   follow  my  steps   till   I  meet  Thee 

above ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 

trod 

Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy 
kingdom  of  love. 

J.  Montgomery. 

612  lls 

How  FIRM  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 

Lord, 
Is    laid    for    your    faith    in    His  excellent 

Word! 
What   more   can  He  say  than  to  you  He 

hath  said, 
Who  unto  the  Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not  dis- 
mayed, 

For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 
aid ; 

I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 
thee  to  stand, 

Upheld  by  My  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 


470  HOPE  AND   EXALTATION. 

3  ' '  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee 

to  go. 

The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,   thy  troubles  to 

bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4  ' '  When   through   fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

shall  lie, 

My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply; 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee ;  I  only  de- 
sign 

Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  re- 
fine. 

5  "Even   down   to    old    age   all   My   people 

shall  prove 

My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom  be 

borne. 

6  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 

repose, 

I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  : 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 

to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake ! " 

G.  Keith  [.?]. 

613  LM    61 

LEAVE  God  to  order  all  thy  ways, 
And  hope  in  Him  whatever  betide ; 

Thou'lt  find  Him,  in  the  evil  days, 

Thine  all  sufficient  strength  and  guide. 

Who  trusts  in  God's  unchanging  love 

Builds  on  the  rock  that  naught  can  move  ! 


THE   COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS.  471 

2  Only  thy  restless  heart  keep  still, 

And  wait  in  cheerful  hope,  content 
To  take  whate'er  His  gracious  will, 

His  all-discerning  love  hath  sent  ; 
Nor  doubt  our  inmost  wants  are  known 
To  Him  who  chose  us  for  His  own. 

3  He  knows  when  joyful  hours  are  best, 

He  sends  them  as  He  sees  it  meet, 
When  thou  hast  borne  the  fiery  test, 

And  now  art  freed  from  all  deceit, 
He  comes  to  thee  all  unaware, 
And  makes  thee  own  His  loving  care. 

4  Sing,  pray,  and  swerve  not  from  His  ways ; 

But  do  thine  own  part  faithfully. 
Trust  His  rich  promises  of  grace, 

So  shall  they  be  fulfilled  in  thee. 
God  never  yet  forsook  at  need 
The  soul  that  trusted  Him  indeed. 

&.  Neumark.    Tr,  C.  Wmkworth. 


10,10,10  With  Alleluia. 


614 

FOR  all  the  saints  who  from  their  labors 
rest. 

Who  Thee  by  faith  before  the  world  con- 
fessed, 

Thy  name,  O  Jesus,  be  forever  blest, 
Alleluia  !    Alleluia  ! 

2  Thou   wast  their  rock,  their  fortress,  and 

their  might : 
Thou,    Lord,    their    captain    in    the    well- 

fought  fight  ; 

Thou,    in  the  darkness    drear,    their    light 
of  light. 

Alleluia ! 


472  THE   COMMUNION  OF   SAINTS. 

3  Oh,   may  Thy  soldiers,  faithful,  true,  and 

bold, 
Fight  as  the  saints  who  nobly  fought  of 

old, 
And  win,  with  them,  the  victors'  crown  of 

gold. 

Alleluia ! 

4  Oh,  blest  communion,  fellowship  divine ! 
We  feebly  struggle,  they  in  glory  shine  ; 
Yet  all  are  one  in  Thee,  for  all  are  Thine. 

Alleluia  ! 

5  And  when  the  strife  is  fierce,  the  warfare 

long, 

Steals  on  the  ear  the  distant  triumph-song, 
And  hearts  are  brave  again,  and  arms  are 

strong. 

Alleluia  ! 

6  The  golden  evening  brightens  in  the  west ; 
Soon,    soon    to    faithful    warriors    cometh 

rest ; 

Sweet  is  the  calm  of  Paradise  the  blest. 
Alleluia  ! 

7  But  lo !  there  breaks  a  yet  more  glorious 

day; 

The  saints  triumphant  rise  in  bright  array; 
The  King  of  glory  passes  on  His  way. 
Alleluia ! 

8  From    earth's  wide    bounds,   from    ocean's 

farthest  coast, 
Through   gates    of    pearl    streams    in    the 

countless  host, 

Singing  to  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Alleluia  ! 

w.  w.  HOW. 


THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS.  473 


615  8,7,8,7,7,7. 

WHO  are  these  like  stars  appearing, 
These,  before  God's  throne  who  stand  ? 

Each  a  golden  crown  is  wearing  ; 
Who  are  all  this  glorious  band  ? 

Alleluia !  hark,  they  sing, 

Praising  loud  their  heav'nly  King. 

2  Who  are  these  of  dazzling  brightness, 

These  in  God's  own  truth  arrayed, 
Clad  in  robes  of  purest  whiteness, 

Kobes  whose  lustre  ne'er  shall  fade, 
Ne'er  be  touched  by  time's  rude  hand  ? 
Whence  comes  all  this  glorious  band? 

3  These  are  they  who  have  contended 

For  their  Saviour's  honor  long, 
Wrestling  on  till  life  was  ended, 

Following  not  the  sinful  throng : 
These,  who  well  the  fight  sustained, 
Triumph  by  the  Lamb  have  gained. 

4  These  are  they  whose  hearts  were  riven, 

Sore  with  woe  and  anguish  tried, 
Who  in  prayer  full  oft  have  striven 

With  the  God  they  glorified  : 
Now,  their  painful  conflict  o'er, 
God  has  bid  them  weep  no  more. 

5  These,    like    priests,     have    watched    and 

waited, 

Offering  up  to  Christ  their  will, 
Soul  and  body  consecrated, 

Day  and  night  they  serve  Him  still. 
Now  in  God's  most  holy  place, 
Blest  they  stand  before  His  face. 

H.  T.  Schenck,    Tr.  F.  E.  Cox. 


474  THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 


616 


7s,  6s.  81. 


FROM  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare, 

For  all  Thy  saints  at  rest, 
To  Thee,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

All  praises  be  addressed. 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  win  the  battle 

That  they  might  conquerors  be  ; 
Their  crowns  of  living  glory 

Are  lit  with  rays  from  Thee. 

2  Apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 

And  all  the  sacred  throng, 
Who  wear  the  spotless  raiment, 

Who  raise  the  ceaseless  song  ; 
For  these,  passed  on  before  us, 

Saviour,  we  Thee  adore, 
And,  walking  in  their  footsteps, 

Would  serve  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Then  praise  we  God  the  Father, 

And  praise  we  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  ; 
Till  all  the  ransomed  number 

Fall  down  before  the  throne, 
And  honor,  power,  and  glory 

Ascribe  to  God  alone. 

Earl  Nelson. 

617  SM 

FOR  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 

Who  follow'd  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 


THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS.  475 

3  They  all  in  life  and  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord,  in  view, 
Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4  For  this  Thy  name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness, 

And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

R.  Mant. 

lg  8s, 7s.  81. 

THRO'  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow 

Onward  goes  the  pilgrim  band, 
Singing  songs  of  expectation, 

Marching  to  the  promised  land. 
Clear  before  us  through  the  darkness 

Gleams  and  burns  the  guiding  light ; 
Brother  clasps  the  hand  of  brother. 

Stepping  fearless  thro'  the  night. 

2  One,  the  light  of  God's  own  presence, 

O'er  His  ransomed  people  shed, 
Chasing  far  the  gloom  and  terror, 

Brightening  all  the  path  we  tread  : 
One,  the  object  of  our  journey, 

One,  the  faith  which  never  tires, 
One,  the  earnest  looking  forward, 

One,  the  hope  our  God  inspires. 

3  One,  the  strain  which  lips  of  thousands 

Lift  as  from  the  heart  of  one  ; 
One  the  conflict,  one  the  peril, 

One,  the  march  in  God  begun  : 
One,  the  gladness  of  rejoicing 

On  the  far  eternal  shore, 
Where  the  One  Almighty  Father 

Eeigns  in  love  for  evermore. 


476  THE   COMMUNION   OF  SAINTS. 

4  Onward  therefore,  pilgrim  brothers, 
Onward,  with  the  cross  our  aid ; 
Bear  its  shame,  and  fight  its  battle, 

Till  we  rest  beneath  its  shade. 
Soon  shall  come  the  great  awaking  ; 

Soon  the  rending  of  the  tomb ; 

Then,  the  scattering  of  all  shadows, 

And  the  end  of  toil  and  gloom. 

B.  S.  Ingemann.    Tr.  S.  Baring-Gould. 


619 


8s,  7s.  81. 


HAIL  !  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Who  Thy  name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified  ; 
Thanks  to  Thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  fount  of  love ; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 

And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

2  Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 

Near  Thy  bright  and  burning  throne, 
We  invoke  Thee,  God  most  holy, 

Through  Thy  well-beloved  Son ; 
Send  the  baptism  of  Thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  Pentecostal  fire ; 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  inherit, 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

3  Bind  Thy  people,  Lord,  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above  ; 
Let  Thy  work  be  seen  progressing ; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee, 
Till  the  world,  Thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 

T.  W.  Avelirty. 


THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS.  477 

620  7s- 81- 

WHAT  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song? 
' '  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 
Now  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  for  ever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

J.  Montgomery. 

Q21  c.  M.  si. 

LET  saints  on  earth  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 

In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 
One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 

The  narrow  stream  of  death. 


478  THE  COMMUNION  OF  SAINTS. 

2  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  His  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 

And  part  are  crossing  now. 
Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

a  Wesley. 

622  S-M- 

DEAR  Saviour,  we  are  Thine, 

By  everlasting  bands ; 
Our  names,  our  hearts,  we  would  resign; 

Our  souls  are  in  Thy  hands. 

2  To  Thee  we  still  would  cleave 

With  ever-growing  zeal ; 
If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
They  never  shall  prevail. 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  Thee,  our  head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  Thine  image  bright, 
That  we  Thy  paths  may  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  Thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear? 
If  He  in  heaven  has  fixed  His  throne, 
He'll  fix  His  members  there. 

P.  Doddridge. 


THE  EVENING   OF  LIFE.  479 


623  s  M 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

J.  Faivcelt. 

624  8s'7s 

TARRY  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 

See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 


480  THE   EVENING   OF   LIFE. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 

3  Let  me  hear  Thy  voice  behind  me, 

Calming  all  these  wild  alarms ; 
Let  me,  underneath  my  weakness, 
Feel  the  everlasting  arms. 

4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself,  on  Thee ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

5  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning ;  then  awake  me, — 
Morning  of  eternal  rest. 

C.  s.  Smith. 

625  °  M- 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 

How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  -  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  His  death. 


THE   EVENING   OF  LIFE.  481 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  He  trod ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

/.  Watts. 

626  L- M- 6L 

AT  evening  time  let  there  be  light ; 

Life's  little  day  draws  near  its  close  ; 
Around  me  fall  the  shades  of  night, 

The  night  of  death,  the  grave's  repose ; 

To  crown  my  joys,  to  end  my  woes, 
At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

2  At  evening  time  let  there  be  light ; 

Stormy  and  dark  hath  been  my  day  ; 
Yet  rose  the  morn  benignly  bright, 

Dews,  birds,  and  flowers  cheered  all  the 
way; 

Oh  for  one  sweet,  one  parting  ray  ! 
At  evening  time  let  there  be  light. 

3  At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light ; 

For  God  hath  said,—  " So  let  it  be!" 
Fear,  doubt,  and  anguish,  take  their  flight, 

His  glory  now  is  risen  on  me  ; 

Mine  eyes  shall  His  salvation  see  ; 
'T  is  evening  time,  and  there  is  light. 

J.  Montgomery. 

627  L- M- 

SAVIOUR,  when  night  involves  the  skies, 
My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  Thee ; 

Thee,  self-abased  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

16 


482  THE   EVENING   OF   LIFE. 

2  On  Thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 

When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn, 
Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 

To  Thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs  ; 
Thee,  throned  in  glory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth  when  shades  of  ev'ning  steal, 

To  death  and  Thee  my  thoughts  I  give ; 
To  death,  whose  pow'r  I  soon  must  feel, 
To  Thee,  with  Whom  I  trust  to  live. 

T.  Gisborne. 

628  10s- 

Go  DOWN,  great  sun,  into  thy  golden  west, 
The  day  is  done,  the  hours  of  labor  past ; 
The  night's  dark  shadows  deepen  all  around ; 
,  The  day  is  over ;  rest  has  come  at  last. 

2  And  so  our  life  to  even-tide  draws  nigh, 

Our   days  of   change  their  course  have 

almost  run  ; 

And  soon  the  storms  of  winter  will  be  past, 
And  then  comes  summer,  and  the  unset- 
ting  sun. 

3  And  in  that  holier  world  of  joy  and  peace, 

Our  sun  shall  rise  upon  a  land  so  blest, 
That  none  in  this  poor  world  have  words 

to  tell 

How  great  the  joy  of  that  pure  heaven- 
ly rest. 

E.  Husband. 


THE   EVENING   OF  LIFE.  483 

629  lls>10s- 

WE    would    see    Jesus ;    for    the    shadows 

lengthen 

Across  this  little  landscape  of  our  life  ; 
We    would   see   Jesus,    our   weak    faith  to 

strengthen, 
For  the  last  weariness,  the  final  strife. 

2  We  would  see  Jesus,  the  great  rock  founda- 

tion 
Whereon  our  feet  were  set  by  sovereign 

grace  : 

Nor  life  nor  death,  with  all  their  agitation, 
Can  thence  remove  us,  if  we  see  His  face. 

3  We  would  see  Jesus  :  other  lights  are  paling, 

Which  for  long  years  we  have  rejoiced 

to  see ; 

The  blessings  of  our  pilgrimage  are  failing  ; 
We  would  not  mourn  them,  for  we  go  to 
Thee. 

4  We  would  see  Jesus  ;  yet  the  spirit  lingers 

Round  the  dear  objects  it  has  loved  so 

long, 
And  earth  from  earth  can  scarce   unclasp 

its  fingers  ; 

Our   love   to   Thee  makes  not  this  love 
less  strong. 

5  We  would  see  Jesus :  sense  is  all  too  bind- 

ing, 
And    heaven    appears   too    dim,    too  far 

away  ; 

We  would  see  Thee,  Thyself  our  hearts  re- 
minding 

What  Thou  hast  suffered,  our  great  debt 
to  pay. 


484  THE  CHURCH. 


6  We  would  see  Jesus  :  this  is  all  we're  need- 
ing ; 
Strength,  joy,  and  willingness  come  with 

the  sight ; 

"We  would  see  Jesus,  dying,  risen,  pleading ; 
Then  welcome  day,  and  farewell  mortiil 
night. 

Ellen  Ellis. 

630  s  M 

I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 

With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

3  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

4  Jesus,  Thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

5  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

T.  Dwight. 


THE   CHURCH.  485 


631  SM 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  His  praise  be  great ; 

He  makes  His  churches  His  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  His  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand, 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress ; 
How  bright  has  His  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces. 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  His  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  His  house  repair ; 
We'll  think  upon  His  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

/.  Watts. 

632  8s'7s-  8L 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  His  own  abode  ; 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 


THE   CHURCH. 


2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  ; 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Redeemer's  blood  ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God. 
'Tis  His  love  His  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings : 
And  as  priests,  His  solemn  praises 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

J.  Newton. 

633  7s'6s-  8L 

THE  Church's  one  foundation 

Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  ; 
She  is  His  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  word  ; 
From  heav'n  He  came  and  sought  her 

To  be  His  holy  bride  ; 
With  His  own  blood  He  bought  her, 

And  for  her  life  He  died. 


THE  CHURCH.  437 


2  Elect  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Her  charter  of  salvation 

One  Lord,  one  faith,  one  birth  ; 
One  holy  name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 

3  Though  with  a  scornful  wonder, 

Men  see  her  sore  oppressed, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 

By  heresies  distressed  ; 
Yet  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "How  long?" 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 

4  'Mid  toil  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  church  at  rest. 

5  Yet  she  on  earth  hath  union 

With  God  the  Three  in  One, 
And  mystic  sweet  communion 

With  those  whose  rest  is  won ; 
O  happy  ones  and  holy  ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace,  that  we, 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee. 

S.  J.  Stone. 


488  THE   CHURCH. 


634  11,11,11,5. 

LORD  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation, 
Star  of  our  night,  and  hope  of  ev'ry  na- 
tion, 

Hear  and  receive  Thy  Church's  supplication, 
Lord  God  Almighty. 

2  See   round    Thine  ark   the  hungry   billows 

curling  ; 

See  how  Thy  foes  their  banners  are  unfurl- 
ing, 

Lord,  while  their  darts  envenomed  they  are 
hurling, 

Thou  canst  preserve  us. 

3  Lord,  Thou  canst  help  when  earthly  armor 

faileth, 
Lord,    Thou    canst   save   when    deadly  sin 

assaileth, 
Lord,  o'er  Thy  church  nor  death  nor  hell 

prevaileth, 

Grant  us  Thy  peace,  Lord. 

4  Peace  in  our  hearts,  our  evil  thoughts  as- 

suaging, 
Peace  in  Thy  church,  where  brothers  are 

engaging, 
Peace,    when    the    world    its    busy  war  is 

waging, 

Send  us,  O  Saviour. 

5  Grant  us  Thy  help  till   foes  are  backward 

driven, 
Grant  them  Thy  truth,  that  they  may  be 

forgiven, 

Grant  peace  on  earth,  and,  after  we  have 
striven, 

Peace  in  Thy  Heaven. 

M.  A.  von  Lowemtern.    Tr.  P.  Pusey. 


THE  CHURCH. 


635  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

ONE  sole  baptismal  sign, 

One  Lord,  below,  above, 
Zion,  one  faith  is  Thine, 

One  only  watch- word,  love  : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one  ; 

One  priest  before  the  throne, 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer,  Lord  alone  : 
Thou  who  didst  raise  Him  from  the  dead, 
Unite  Thy  people  in  their  Head. 

3  Oh,  may  that  holy  prayer, 

His  tenderest  and  His  last, 
His  constant,  latest  care 

Ere  to  His  throne  He  passed, 
No  longer  unfulfilled  remain, 
The  world's  offence,  His  people's  stain ! 

4  Head  of  Thy  church  beneath, 

The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe, 
Her  broken  frame  renew  : 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

G.  Bobinson. 

(336  P-  M-     8,7,8,7,6,6,6,6,7. 

A  MIGHTY  fortress  is  our  God, 

A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  helper  He,  amid  the  flood 
Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe ; 
His  craft  and  pow'r  are  great, 
And,  arm'd  with  cruel  hate, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 


490  THE   CHUM 'II. 


2  Did  we  in  pur  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing  ; 
Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 
The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  He  ; 
Lord  Sabaoth  is  His  name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same, 
And  He  must  win  the  battle. 

And  though  this  world,  with  demons  filled, 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us, 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 
His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 
The  Prince  of  darkness  grim, 
We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 
His  rage  we  can  endure, 
For  lo  !  his  doom  is  sure  : 
One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers, 

No  thanks  to  them,  abideth  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 
Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth. 
Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 
This  mortal  life  also  ; 
The  body  they  may  kill  ; 
God's  truth  abideth  still, 
His  Kingdom  is  for  ever. 

Martin  Luther.    Tr.  F.  H.  Hedge. 


637  ° 

OH,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 

But,  Lord,  Thy  Church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong  ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 


M- 


THE   CHURCH.  491 


3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  church,  O  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening 

her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad; 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 

Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

A.  C.  Coxe. 

638  L  M 

O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  grace, 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion,  order,  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might, 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Convert  the  nations  !  far  and  nigh 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  people  call  Him  Lord. 

5  God  from  eternity  hath  willed 

All  flesh  shall  His  salvation  see  : 
So  be  The  Father's  love  fulfilled, 

The    Saviour's    sufferings  crowned  thro' 
Thee. 

J,  Montgomery. 


492  THE   MINISTRY. 


639 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire. 

2  Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 

Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 

3  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 

4  Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

5  Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace. 

6  Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  : 
Where  Thou  art  guide,   no  ill  can  come. 

7  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  One, 

8  That,  through  the  ages  all  along. 
This  may  be  our  endless  song  : 

9  Praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 

Anon-.  (Latin,  loth  Cent.}    Tr.  J.  Cosin. 

640  s  M 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  heavenly  word 

And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  His  sight, 
For  awful  is  His  name. 


THE  MINISTRY. 


3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command  ; 

And,  while  we  speak,  He's  near : 
Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  Oh,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found  ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

P.  Doddridge. 

641  L  M- 

LORD,  speak  to  me,  that  I  may  speak 
In  living  echoes  of  Thy  tone ; 

As  Thou  hast  sought,  so  let  me  seek, 
Thy  erring  children  lost  and  lone. 

2  Oh,  strengthen  me,  that  while  I  stand 

Firm  on  the  rock,  and  strong  in  Thee, 
I  may  stretch  out  a  loving  hand 
To  wrestlers  with  the  troubled  sea. 

3  Oh,  teach  me,  Lord,  that  I  may  teach 

The  precious  things  Thou  dost  impart ; 
And  wing  my  words,  that  they  may  reach 
The  hidden  depths  of  many  a  heart, 

4  Oh,  give  Thine  own  sweet  rest  to  me, 

That  I  may  speak  with  soothing  power 
A  word  in  season,  as  from  Thee, 
To  weary  ones  in  needful  hour. 

5  Oh,  fill  me  with  Thy  fulness,  Lord, 

Until  my  very  heart  o'erflow 
In  kindling  thought  and  glowing  word, 
Thy  love  to  tell,  Thy  praise  to  show. 

6  Oh,  use  me,  Lord,  use  even  me, 

Just  as,  Thou  wilt,  and  when,  and  where; 
Until  Thy  blessed  face  I  see, 

Thy  rest,  Thy  joy,  Thy  glory  share. 

F.  E.  Havergal. 


494  THE   MINISTRY. 


642  L  M 

Go  LABOR  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent,  — 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 

It  is  the  way  the  Master  went, 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough,  while  here, 

If  He  shall  praise  thee,  if  He  deign 
The  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer : 
No  toil  for  Him  shall  be  in  vain. 

3  Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day, 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on. 
Speed,  speed  thy  work  !  cast  sloth  away  ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

4  Toil  on,  faint  not,  keep  watch,  and  pray  ; 

Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway, 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 

5  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice  ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
The  midnight  peal,  ' '  Behold,  I  come  ! " 

H.  Bvnar. 


643 


7s,  6s.  81. 


LORD  of  the  living  harvest 

That  whitens  o'er  the  plain, 
Where  angels  soon  shall  gather 

Their  sheaves  of  golden  grain, 
Accept  these  hands  to  labor, 

These  hearts  to  trust  and  love, 
And  deign  with  them  to  hasten 

Thy  kingdom  from  above. 


THE  MINISTRY.  495 


2  As  lab'rers  in  Thy  vineyard 

Still  faithful  may  they  be, 
Content  to  bear  the  burden 

Of  weary  days  for  Thee ; 
To  ask  no  other,  wages, 

When  Thou  shalt  call  them  home, 
But  to  have  shared  the  travail 

Which  makes  Thy  kingdom  come. 

3  Be  with  them,  God  the  Father ; 

Be  with  them,  God  the  Son ; 
And  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  — 

Most  blessed  Three  in  One  ! 
Within  Thy  sacred  temple 

Be  with  them  where  they  stand, 
To  guide  and  teach  Thy  people 

Throughout  our  native  land. 

J.  S.  B.  Mmsett. 

644  s.  M. 

LORD  of  the  harvest,  hear 

Thy  needy  servants'  cry  ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  Thee  we  humbly  wait, 

Our  wants  are  in  Thy  view : 
The  harvest,  truly,  Lord,  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  Thy  Church  abroad, 
And  let  them  speak  Thy  word  of  power, 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Oh,  let  them  spread  Thy  name, 

Their  mission  fully  prove  : 

Thy  universal  grace  proclaim, 

Thine  all-redeeming  love. 

C.  Wesley. 


496  THE  MINISTRY. 


645  s  M 

How  BEAUTEOUS  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ; 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are ! 
* '  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  His  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

I.  Watts. 


646 


10s. 


GOD  of  the  prophets  !  bless  the  prophets' 

sons  ; 
Elijah's  mantle  o'er  Elisha  cast ; 


THE  MINISTRY.  497 


Each   age  its  solemn  task  may  claim  but 

once  ; 

Make   each  a  nobler,  stronger  than  the 
last ! 

2  Anoint   them   prophets  !     Make   their   ears 

attent 
To    Thy    divinest    speech ;     their    hearts 

awake 

To  human  need ;  their  lips  make  eloquent 
To  assure  the  right,  and  every  evil  break. 

3  Anoint   them   priests  !     Strong  intercessors 

they 

For  pardon,  and  for  charity  and  peace  ! 
Ah,  if   with   them   the   world   might  pass, 

astray, 
Into  the  dear  Christ's  life  of  sacrifice  ! 

4  Anoint   them  kings !    aye   kingly  kings,  O 

Lord  ! 

Anoint  them  with  the  spirit  of  Thy  Son! 
Theirs,    not    a    jewelled    crown,    a    blood- 
stained sword  ; 

Theirs,  by  sweet  love,  for  Christ  a  king- 
dom won ! 

5  Make  them  apostles  !     Heralds  of  Thy  cross; 

Forth  may  they  go  to  tell  all  realms  Thy 

grace ; 
Inspired  of  Thee,  may  they  count  all  but 

loss, 

And  stand  at  last  with  joy  before  Thy 
face. 

6  O  mighty  age  of  prophet-kings,  return  ! 

O  truth,  O  faith,  enrich  our  urgent  time! 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  again  with  us  sojourn ; 

A  weary  world  awaits  Thy  reign  sublime! 

D.  Wortman. 


498  BAPTISM. 


647  10,6,10,6,8,8,4. 

FATHER,  of  heaven,  who  hast  created  all 

In  wisest  love,  we  pray, 
Look   on  this  child,  who  at   Thy  gracious 

call 

Is  ent'ring  on  life's  way. 
Oh,  make  it  Thine,  Thy  blessing  give, 
That  to  Thy  glory  it  may  live, 
Father  of  heaven. 

2  O  Son  of  God,  atoning  Lord,  behold 

We  bring  this  child  to  Thee  ; 
Take  it,  O  loving  Shepherd,  to  Thy  fold, 

Forever  Thine  to  be  : 
Defend  it  through  this  earthly  strife 
And  lead  it  in  the  path  of  life, 
O  Son  of  God. 

3  O  Holy  Ghost,  who  broodest  o'er  the  wave 

Descend  upon  this  child  ; 
Give  it  undying  life,  its  spirit  lave 

With  waters  undefiled  ; 
And  make  it  evermore  to  be 
A  child  of  God,  a  home  for  Thee, 
O  Holy  Ghost. 

4  O   Triune  God,  what  Thou  hast  willed  is 

done ; 

We  speak  :  but  Thine  the  might ; 
This  child  hath  scarce  yet  seen  our  earthly 

sun, 

Yet  pour  on  it  Thy  light 
Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  joyful  love, 
Thou  Sun  of  all  below,  above, 
O  Triune  God. 

A.  Knapp.     Tr.  C.  Wink-worth. 


BAPTISM. 


648  8s'7s 

SAVIOUR  !  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 

All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share ; 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving 

Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  Thy  wo^d  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 
Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way : 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

W.  A.  Muhlenburg. 

649  ° M- 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

How  fair  the  lily  grows ; 
How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill, 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


500  BAPTISM. 


4  And  soon,  too  soon  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose  years  with  changeless  virtue  crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine : 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

R.  Hebtr. 

650  8s>7s- CL 

GRACIOUS  Saviour,  gentle  shepherd, 
Children  all  are  dear  to  Thee  ; 

Gathered  with  Thine  arms,  and  carried 
In  Thy  bosom,  may  they  be  ; 

Sweetly,  fondly,  safely  tended, 
From  all  want  and  danger  free. 

2  Let  Thy  holy  word  instruct  them  ; 

Fill  their  minds  with  heavenly  light ; 
Let  Thy  love  and  grace  constrain  them, 

To  approve  whate'er  is  right ; 
Let  them  feel  Thy  yoke  is  easy, 

Let  them  prove  Thy  burden  light. 

3  Taught  to  lisp  Thy  holy  praises 

Which  on  earth  Thy  children  sing, 
With,  both  lips  and  hearts,  unfeigned, 

Glad  thank-offerings  may  they  bring  ; 
Then  with  all  Thy  saints  in  glory, 

Join  to  praise  their  Lord  and  King. 
//.   Bateman. 


BAPTISM.  501 


651 


C.  M. 


SEE,  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands, 

With  all  engaging  charms; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 

And  folds  them  in  His  arms ! 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 

' '  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came.'1 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  Thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

P.  Doddridge. 


652 


6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 


SHEPHERD  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth, 

Through  devious  ways  ; 
Christ  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  Thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring 

To  shout  Thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife ; 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest ; 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love  : 


502  BAPTISM    (adlllt). 


In  all  our  mortal  pain 
None  call  on  Thee  in  vain  ; 
Help  Thou  didst  not  disdain, 
Help  from  above. 

4  Ever  be  Thou  our  guide, 
Our  shepherd  and  our  pride, 

Our  staff  and  song ; 
Jesus,  Thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  Thy  perennial  word, 
Lead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing ; 
Let  all  the  holy  throng 
Who  to  Thy  church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King ! 

This  beautiful  hymn  from  the  third  book  of  Clement  of 
Alexandria,  is  said  to  be  the  earliest  known  hymn  of  the 
Primitive  Christian  Church.  Tr.  H.  M.  Dexter. 

653  L- M- 81- 

ARM  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord, 
With  shield  of  faith  and  Spirit's  sword, 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe, 
With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
And  by  it  overcome  the  world ; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 

2  Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home ; 
May  each  a  living  temple  be 
Hallow'd  forever,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  Divine; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 


BAPTISM   (adult).  603 

3  O  Trinity  in  Unity 
One  only  God,  and  Persons  Three  ; 
In  whom,  thro'  whom,  by  whom  we  live, 
To  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give ; 
O  grant  us  so  to  use  Thy  grace, 
That  we  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 
And  ever  with  the  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

C-  Wordsworth. 

654  s- M- 

STAND,  soldier  of  the  cross, 

Thy  high  allegiance  claim, 
And  vow  to  hold  the  world  but  loss 

For  Thy  Redeemer's  name. 

2  Arise,  and  be  baptized, 

And  wash  thy  sins  away  ; 
Thy  league  with  God  be  solemnized, 
Thy  faith  avouched  to-day. 

3  No  more  thine  own,  but  Christ's  ; 

With  all  the  saints  of  old, 
Apostles,  seers,  evangelists, 
And  martyr-throngs  enrolled  : 

4  In  God's  whole  armor  strong, 

Front  hell's  embattled  powers  : 
The  warfare  may  be  sharp  and  long, 
The  victory  must  be  ours. 

5  O  bright  the  conqueror's  crown, 

The  song  of  triumph  sweet, 
"When  faith  casts  every  trophy  down 
At  our  great  captain's  feet  ! 

E.  H.  Bickersleth. 


604  THE  LORD'S   SUPPER. 

655  L  M- 

MY  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread, 

And  does  Thy  cup  with  love  o'erflow? 

Thither  be  all  Thy  children  led, 
And  let  them  all  Thy  sweetness  know. 

2  Hail  !  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 

Rich  banquet  of  His  flesh  and  blood  : 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly  food. 

3  O  let  Thy  table  honored  be, 

And  furnish'd  well  with  joyful  guests  : 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  tastes. 

4  Drawn  by  Thy  quickening  grace,  O  Lord, 

In  countless  numbers  let  them  come  ; 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board 
The  bread  that  lives  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  Nor  let  Thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

Till    through    the    world  Thy  truth   has 

run  ; 

Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
Who  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

P.  Doddridge. 

656  °- M- 

O  GOD,  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 

Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear, 

Before  Thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  Thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  Thy  love  ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert  flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  505 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  Thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heav'nly  food  : 
Our  meat,  the  body  of  the  Lord  ; 
Our  drink,  His  precious  blood. 

4  Thus  would  we  all  Thy  words  obey, 

For  we,  O  God,  are  Thine  ; 
And  go  rejoicing  on  our  way, 
Renewed  with  strength  divine. 

E.  Osier. 

657  L.  M. 

OH,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 

Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  T  is  done  ;  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Oh,  who  with  earth  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  with  angels  to  be  blest  ? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till,  in  life's  latest  hour,  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

P.  Doddridge. 


506  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

658  ^ 

JESUS,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts, 

Thou  Fount  of  life,  Thou  Light  of  men, 

From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfill'd  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 

Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call ; 
To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  all  in  all  ! 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still  ; 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  Thee, 

Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast ; 
Glad,  when  Thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when    our    faith    can    hold    Thee 
fast. 

5  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay  ; 

Make    all    our     movements     calm    and 

bright  ; 

Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away  ; 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux,  arr.    Tr.  B.  Palmer. 


659 


8s.    81. 


DECK  thyself,  my  soul,  with  gladness, 
Leave  the  gloomy  haunts  of  sadness, 
Come  into  the  daylight's  splendor  ; 
There  with  joy  thy  praises  render 
Unto  Him  whose  grace  unbounded 
Hath  this  wondrous  banquet  founded  ; 
High  o'er  all  the  heav'ns  He  reign eth, 
Yet  to  dwell  with  thee  He  deigneth. 


THE  LORD'S   SUPPER.  507 

2  Now  I  sink  before  Thee,  lowly, 
Filled  with  joy  most  deep  and  holy, 
As  with  trembling  awe  and  wonder 
On  Thy  mighty  works  I  ponder, 
How  by  mystery  surrounded, 
Depths  no  man  has  ever  sounded, 
None  may  dare  to  pierce,  unbidden, 
Secrets  that  with  Thee  are  hidden. 

3  Sun,  Who  all  my  life  dost  brighten, 
Light,  Who  dost  my  soul  enlighten, 
Joy,  the  sweetest  man  e'er  knoweth, 
Fount,  whence  all  my  being  floweth, 
At  Thy  feet  I  cry,  my  Maker  ; 

Let  me  be  a  fit  partaker 

Of  this  blessed  food  from  heaven, 

For  our  good,  Thy  glory,  given. 

J.  Frank.     Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 

660  8s'7s    81 

IN  the  name  of  God,  the  Father, 

In  the  name  of  God,  the  Son, 
In  the  name  of  God,  the  Spirit, 

One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
In  the  name,  which  highest  angels 

Speak  not,  ere  they  veil  their  face, 
Crying,   u  Holy,  holy,  holy  !  " 

Come  we  to  this  sacred  place. 

2  Here,  in  figure  represented, 

See  the  passion  once  again  ; 
Here  behold  the  Lamb  most  holy, 

As  for  our  redemption  slain  ; 
Here  the  Saviour's  body  broken, 

Here  the  blood  which  Jesus  shed, 
Mystic  food  of  life  eternal, 

See,  for  our  refreshment  spread. 


508  THE  LORD'S   SUPPER. 

3  Here  shall  highest  praise  be  ottered, 

Here  shall  meekest  prayer  be  poured, 
Here,  with  body,  soul,  and  spirit, 

God  incarnate  be  adored. 
Holy  Jesus,  for  Thy  coming, 

May  Thy  love  our  hearts  prepare  ; 
Thine  we  fain  would  have  them  wholly, 
Enter,  Lord,  and  tarry  there. 

J.  W.  Hewett. 

8s, 7s.  81 

JESUS  spreads  His  banner  o'er  us, 

Cheers  our  famished  souls  with  food ; 
He  the  banquet  spreads  before  us 

Of  His  mystic  flesh  and  blood. 
Precious  banquet,  bread  of  heaven, 

Wine  of  gladness,  flowing  free ; 
May  we  taste  it,  kindly  given, 

In  remembrance,  Lord,  of  Thee. 

2  In  Thy  holy  incarnation, 

When  the  angels  sang  Thy  birth, 
In  Thy  fasting  and  temptation, 

In  Thy  labors  on  the  earth, 
In  Thy  trial  and  rejection, 

In  Thy  sufferings  on  the  tree, 
In  Thy  glorious  resurrection, 
May  we,  Lord,  remember  Thee. 

R.  Park. 

662  7s  61 

BREAD  of  heav'n,  on  Thee  we  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed. 
Ever  may  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  Bread  ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Thro'  the  life  of  Him  who  died. 


THE  LORD'S   SUPPER.  509 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice. 
Lord,  Thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  Thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 
Jesus,  may  we  ever  be 
Grafted,  rooted,  built  in  Thee. 

J.  Cmder.    Alt. 

663  10s 

NOT  worthy,  Lord,  to  gather  up  the  crumbs 
With  trembling  hand,  that  from  Thy  table 
fall, 

A  weary,  heavy-laden  sinner  comes 
To  plead  Thy  promise  and  obey  Thy  call. 

2  I  am  not  worthy  to  be  thought  Thy  child, 

Nor  sit  the  last  and  lowest  at  Thy  board  ; 
Too  long  a  wanderer,  and  too  oft  beguiled, 
I  only  ask  one  reconciling  word. 

3  One  word  from  Thee,  my  Lord,  one  smile, 

one  look, 
And  I  could  face  the  cold,  rough  world 

again ; 
And  with  that  treasure  in  my  heart  could 

brook 

The   wrath  of   devils   and   the   scorn  of 
men. 

4  And  is  not  mercy  Thy  prerogative  — 

Free  mercy,  boundless,  fathomless,  divine  ? 

Me,  Lord,  the  chief  of  sinners,  me  forgive, 

And  Thine  the  greater  glory,  only  Thine. 

5  I   hear  Thy    voice  ;    Thou   bid'st   me   come 

and  rest  ; 

I  come,  I  kneel,  I  clasp  Thy  pierced  feet ; 
Thou  bid'st  me  take  my  place,  a  welcome 

guest 

Among  Thy  saints,  and  of  Thy  banquet 
eat. 


510  THE  LORD'S   SUPPER. 

6  My  praise  can  only  breathe  itself  in  prayer, 
My  prayer  can  only  lose  itself  in  Thee  ; 
Dwell   Thou   for   ever    in   my   heart,    and 

there, 

Lord,  let  me  sup  with  Thee  ;   sup  Thou 
with  me. 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 

664  10s 

BREAK  Thou  the  bread  of  life,  dear  Lord, 

to  me, 
As  Thou  didst  break  the  loaves  beside  the 

sea. 

Beyond  the  sacred  page  I  seek  Thee,  Lord  ; 
My  Spirit  pants  for  Thee,  O  living  Word ! 

2  Bless  Thou  the  truth,  dear  Lord,  to  me,  to 

me, 

As  Thou  didst  bless  the  bread  by  Galilee  ; 
Then  shall  all  bondage  cease,  all  fetters  fall, 
And  I  shall  find  my  peace,  my  all  in  all. 

M.  A.  LatMwry. 

665  7s- 6L 

"TILL  He  come,"  oh,  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords  ; 
Let  the  "little  while"  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen  ; 
Let  us  think  how  heav'n  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that  "Till  He  come." 

2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  pur  life-joy  overcast? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only,  "Till  He  come." 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  511 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 
Drink  the  wine  and  break  the  bread,  — 
Sweet  memorials,  till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  His  heavenly  board, 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only,  "Till  He  come." 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 

666  10s 

HERE,  0  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to  face ; 

Here   would  I  touch  and   handle  things 

unseen  ; 
Here  grasp  with  firmer  hand  eternal  grace, 

And  all  my  weariness  upon  Thee  lean. 

2  Here  would  I  feed  upon  the  bread  of  God, 

Here  drink  with  Thee  the  royal  wine  of 

heaven  ; 
Here  w^ould  I  lay  aside  each  earthly  load, 

Here  taste   afresh  the  calm  of  sin   for- 
given. 

3  This  is  the  hour  of  banquet  and  of  song  ; 

This  is  the  heavenly  table  spread  for  me  ; 
Here  let  me  feast,  and,  feasting,  still  pro- 
long 

The  brief  bright  hour  of  fellowship  with 
Thee. 

4  Too  soon  we  rise  ;   the  symbols  disappear  ; 

The  feast,  though  not  the  love,  is  past 

and  gone  ; 
The  bread  and  wine  remove,  but  Thou  art 

here, 
Nearer  than  ever,  still  my  shield  and  sun. 

5  Feast  after  feast  thus  comes  and  passes  by, 

Yet,   passing,   points   to    the   glad   feast 
above, 


512  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

Giving  sweet  foretaste  of  the  festal  joy, 
The   Lamb's   great  bridal  feast  of    bliss 
and  love. 

H.  Bonar. 

667  9s>8s 

O  ROCK  of  ages,  one  foundation, 

On  which  the  living  Church  doth  rest, — 
The  Church,  whose  walls  are  strong  salva- 
tion, 

Whose  gates  are  praise,  —  Thy  name  be 
blest ! 

2  Son  of  the  living  God,  oh  call  us 

Once  and  again  to  follow  Thee  ; 
And  give  us  strength,  whate'er  befall  us, 
Thy  true  disciples  still  to  be. 

3  When  fears  appal,  and  faith  is  failing, 

Make  Thy   voice    heard    o'er    wind  and 

wave, 

"Why  doubt?"  — and  in  Thy  love  prevail- 
ing 
Put  forth  Thine  hand  to  help  and  save. 

4  And  if  our  coward  hearts  deny  Thee, 

In  inmost  thought,  in  deed,  or  word, 
Let  not  our  hardness  still  defy  Thee, 
But  with  a  look  subdue  us,  Lord. 

5  Oh,  strengthen  Thou  our  weak  endeavor 

Thee  in  Thy  sheep  to  serve  and  tend, 
To  give  ourselves  to  Thee  for  ever, 
And  find  Thee  with  us  to  the  end. 

H.  A.  Martin. 

668  9s'8s 

BREAD  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 

By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead ; 


THE   LORD'S   SUPPER.  513 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed ; 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

R.  Heber. 

669  s  M- 

A  PARTING  hymn  we  sing 

Around  Thy  table,  Lord  ; 
Again  our  grateful  tribute  bring, 

Our  solemn  vows  record. 

2  Here  have  we  seen  Thy  face, 

And  felt  Thy  presence  here  ; 
So  may  the  savor  of  Thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 

3  The  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 

By  sin  no  longer  led, 
The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 

4  In  self-forgetting  love 

Be  our  communion  shown, 
Until  we  join  the  church  above, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

A.  E.  Wolfe. 

670  8s'7s 

FROM  the  table  now  retiring 

Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread, 

May  our  souls,  refreshment  finding, 
Grow  in  all  things  like  our  head. 

2  His  example  while  beholding, 

May  our  lives  His  image  bear ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling, 

His  commands  may  we  revere. 

ir 


514  THE  LORD'S   SUPPER. 

3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 

Walking  steadfast  in  His  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing, 
Peace  from  God,  through  endless  day. 

J.  Howe. 

671  8>8>8> 

BY  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ  restored, 
We  keep  the  memory  adored, 
And  show  the  death  of  our  dear  Lord 
Until  He  come. 

2  His  body,  broken  in  our  stead, 
Is  here  in  this  memorial  bread  ; 
And  so  our  feeble  love  is  fed 

Until  He  come. 

3  His  fearful  drops  of  agony, 

His  life-blood  shed  for  us,  we  see: 
The  wine  shall  tell  the  mystery 
Until  He  come. 

4  And  thus  that  dark  betrayal  night, 
With  the  last  advent  we  unite,  — 
The  shame,  the  glory,  —  by  this  rite, 

Until  He  come. 

5  Oh,  blessed  hope  !   with  this  elate 
Let  not  our  hearts  be  desolate, 

But  strong  in  faith,. in  patience  wait 
Until  He  come. 

G.  Rawson. 


672 


10s.     21. 


O  KING  of  mercy,  from  Thy  throne  on  high, 
Look  down  in  love,  and  hear  our  humble 
cry. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  515 

2  Thou  tender  Shepherd  of  the  blood-bought 

sheep, 
Thy  feeble  wandering  flock  in  safety  keep. 

3  O  gentle  Saviour,  by  Thy  death  we  live ; 
To  contrite  sinners  life  eternal  give. 

4  Thou  art  the  bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we 

feed; 
Be  near  to  help  our  souls  in  time  of  need. 

5  Thou  art  the   mourner's  stay,  the  sinner's 

friend, 

Sweet  fount  of  joy   and  blessings  without 
end. 

6  Oh,  come  and  cheer  us  with  Thy  heavenly 

grace  ; 
Reveal  the  brightness  of  Thy  glorious  face. 

7  Go  where  we  go,  abide  where,  we  abide, 
In  life,  in  death,  our  comfort,  strength,  and 

guide. 

8  Oh,  guide  us  daily  with  Thine  eye  of  love, 
And  bring  us  safely  to  our  home  above  ! 

T.  JR.  Birks. 

673  10s- 21- 

DRAW  nigh  and  take  the  body  of  the  Lord, 
And    drink    the    holy  blood    for   you  out- 
pour'd. 

2  Saved  by  that  body  and  that  holy  blood, 
With   souls    refreshed,    we    render    thanks 

to  God. 

3  Salvation's  giver,  Christ,  the  only  Son, 

By  His   dear   cross   and  blood  the  victory 
won. 


516  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

4  Offered  was  He  for  greatest  and  for  least, 
Himself  the  victim,  and  Himself  the  priest. 

5  He,  ransomer  from  death,  and  light  from 

shade, 
Now  gives  His  holy  grace,  His  saints  to  aid. 

6  Approach    ye    then    with    faithful    hearts 

sincere, 
And  .take  the  safeguard  of  salvation  here. 

7  He,  that  His  saints  in  this  world  rules  and 

shields, 
To  all  believers  life  eternal  yields, 

8  With    heavenly    bread    makes    them    that 

hunger  whole, 
Gives  living  waters  to  the  thirsting  soul. 

9  Alpha  and  .Omega,  to  Whom  shall  bow 
All  nations  at  the  doom,  is  with  us  now. 

Latin,  c.  680.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

674 

JESUS,  to  Thy  table  led, 
Now  let  ev'ry  heart  be  fed 
With  the  true  and  living  bread. 

2  While  in  penitence  we  kneel, 
Thy  blest  presence  let  us  feel, 
All  Thy  wondrous  love  reveal. 

3  While  on  Thy  dear  cross  we  gaze, 
Mourning  o'er  our  sinful  ways, 
Turn  our  sadness  into  praise. 

4  When  we  taste  the  mystic  wine, 
Of  Thine  outpoured  blood  the  sign, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  love  divine. 


THE   LORD'S  SUPPER.  517 

5  Draw  us  to  Thy  wounded  side, 
Whence  there  flowed  the  healing  tide  : 
There  our  sins  and  sorrows  hide. 

6  From  the  bonds  of  sin  release  ; 
Cold  and  wavering  faith  increase  ; 
Lamb  of  God,  grant  us  Thy  peace. 

7  Lead  us  by  Thy  pierced  hand, 
Till  around  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
In  the  bright  and  better  land. 

It.  H.  Baynes. 


675 


C.  M. 


ACCORDING  to  Thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 

I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget? 

Or  there  Thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  Thee  ? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  Thee. 

5  Remember  Thee  and  all  Thy  pains, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  Thee. 


518  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 

And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

J.  Montgomery. 

676  7s  81- 

AT  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  His  pierced  side  ; 
Praise  we  Him,  whose  love  divine 
Gives  His  sacred  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  His  body  for  the  feast, 
Christ  the  victim,  Christ  the  priest. 

2  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword  ; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 
Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  was  shed, 
Paschal  victim,  paschal  bread  ; 

With  sincerity  and  love 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

3  Mighty  victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powrers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light. 
Now  no  more  can  death  appal, 
Now  no  more  the  grave  enthrall ; 
Thou  hast  opened  paradise, 
And  in  Thee  Thy  saints  shall  rise. 

Latin.    Tr:  E.  Campbell. 

677  7s,6s.  81. 

O  BREAD  to  pilgrims  given, 

O  food  that  angels  eat, 
O  manna  sent  from  heaven, 

For  heav'n-born  natures  meet, 


MATRIMONY.  519 


Give  us,  for  Thee  long  pining, 

To  eat  till  richly  filled, 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 

Our  ev'ry  wish  is  stilled. 

2  O  water,  life-bestowing, 

Forth  from  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 

A  fount  of  love  Thou  art : 
Oh  let  us,  freely  tasting, 

Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ; 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 

Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 

We  Thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 

We  take,  and  doubt  no  more : 
Give  us,  Thou  true  and  loving, 

On  earth  to  live  in  Thee  ; 
Then,  death  the  veil  removing, 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see. 
Anon,  (Latin,  c.  llth  Gent.}     Tr.  R.  Palmer. 


678 


7s,  6s. 


THE  voice  that  breath'd  o'er  Eden, 
That  earliest  wedding  day 

The  primal  marriage  blessing, 
It  hath  not  pass'd  away. 

2  Still  in  the  pure  espousal 

Of  Christian  man  and  maid, 
The  holy  Three  are  with  us, 
The  threefold  grace  is  said. 

3  Be  present,  awful  Father. 

To  give  away  this  bride, 
As  Eve  thou  gav'st  to  Adam 
Out  of  his  own  pierced  side : 


520  MATRIMONY. 


4  Be  present,  Son  of  Mary, 

To  join  their  loving  hands, 
As  Thou  didst  bind  two  natures 
In  Thine  eternal  bands. 

5  Be  present,  holiest  Spirit, 

To  bless  them  as  they  kneel, 
As  Thou  for  Christ,  the  Bridegroom, 
The  heavenly  Spouse  dost  seal. 

J.  Keble. 

679  lls'10s- 

O  PERFECT  Love,  all  human  thought  tran- 
scending, 
Lowly   we    kneel    in    pray'r  before  Thy 

throne, 
That  theirs  may  be  the  love  which  knows 

no  ending, 

Whom    Thou    forevermore    dost    join    in 
one. 

2  O  perfect   Life,  be   Thou   their   full  assur- 

ance 

Of  tender  charity  and  steadfast  faith, 
Of  patient  hope,  and    quiet,  brave   endur- 
ance, 

With  childlike  trust  that  fears  nor  pain 
nor  death. 

3  Grant  them  the  joy  which  brightens  earthly 

sorrow  ; 
Grant  them   the    peace  which   calms  all 

earthly  strife, 
And   to   life's   day   the   glorious   unknown 

morrow 

That  dawns  upon  eternal  love  and  life. 
Dorothy  F.  Bloomfield. 


MATRIMONY.  521 


680  °  M  81 

LORD,  who  at  Cana's  wedding  feast 

Didst  as  a  guest  appear, 
Thou  dearer  far  than  earthly  guest 

Vouchsafe  Thy  presence  here  ; 
For  holy  Thou  indeed  dost  prove 

The  marriage  vow  to  be, 
Proclaiming  it  a  type  of  love 

Between  the  Church  and  Thee. 

2  The  holiest  vow  that  man  can  make, 

The  golden  thread  in  life, 
The  bond  that  none  may  dare  to  break, 

That  bindeth  man  and  wife  ; 
Which,  blest  by  Thee,  whate'er  betides, 

No  evil  shall  destroy, 
Thro1  care-worn  days  each  care  divides, 

And  doubles  every  joy. 

3  On  those  who  now  before  Thee  kneel, 

O  Lord,  Thy  blessing  pour, 
That  each  may  wake  the  other's  zeal 

To  love  Tliee  more  and  more  : 
Oh,  grant  them  here  in  peace  to  live, 

In  purity  and  love, 
And,  this  world  leaving,  to  receive 

A  crown  of  life  above. 

A.  Thrupp.    Alt. 


681 


7s,  6s.  81. 


O  LOVE  divine  and  golden, 

Mysterious  depth  and  height, 
To  Thee  the  world  beholden, 

Looks  up  for  life  and  light ; 
O  love  divine  and  gentle, 

The  blesser  and  the  blest, 
Beneath  Thy  care  parental 

The  world  lies  down  in  rest. 


522  MISSIONS. 


2  0  love  divine  and  tender, 

That  through  our  homes  dost  move, 
Veiled  in  the  softened  splendor 

Of  holy  household  love, 
A  throne  without  Thy  blessing 

Were  labor  without  rest, 
And  cottages  possessing 

Thy  blessedness,  are  blest. 

3  God  bless  these  hands  united  ; 

God  bless  these  hearts  made  one  ! 
Unsevered  and  unblighted 

May  they  through  life  go  on, — 
Here  in  earth's  home  preparing 

For  the  bright  home  above, 
And  there  for  ever  sharing 

Its  joy  where  "  God  is  Love.'' 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 

682  7s  81 

WATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory -beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell? 
Trav'ler,  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own  ; 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


MISSIONS.  523 


3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveler,  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

J.  Bowring. 

683  7s-  8L 

HARK  !  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar ; 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 
"Alleluia!  for  the  Lord 

God  omnipotent  shall  reign  ; " 
Alleluia !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Alleluia !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled,          [done, 

Sheathed  His  sword ;   He  speaks  ;   't  is 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll 

Ymider  heavens  have  passed  away  ; 
ThfAthe  end ;  beneath  His  rod 

^MJm's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Alleluia !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

J.  Montgomery. 


524  MISSIONS. 


684  7s>6s 

OH,  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  His  outcasts  home. 

2  How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane? 
Eeturn,  O  Lord,  in  pity  ; 
Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

3  Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror ; 

Thy  saving  grace  impart ; 

Roll  back  the  veil  of  error ; 

Release  the  fettered  heart. 

4  Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning, 
And  bind  Thy  church  to  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

685  7s>6s-81- 

How  BEAUTEOUS,  on  the  mountains, 

The  feet  of  Him  that  brings, 
Like  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things ; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace. 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  O  watchman, 

And  shout,  from  Zion's  towers, 
Thy  allelujah  chorus,— 

"The  victory  is  ours!" 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  lion, 

Shall  wear  His  rightful  crown. 


MISSIONS. 


2  Break  forth  in  hymns  of  gladness ; 

O  waste  Jerusalem, 
Let  songs,  instead  of  sadness, 

Thy  jubilee  proclaim ; 
The  Lord,  in  strength  victorious, 

Upon  thy  foes  hath  trod  ; 
Behold,  O  earth,  the  glorious 
Salvation  of  our  God  ! 

B.  Gmtgh. 

686  8s'7s  81 

SAVIOUR,  sprinkle  many  nations, 

Fruitful  let  Thy  sorrows  be  ; 
By  Thy  pains  and  consolations 

Draw  the  Gentiles  unto  Thee. 
Of  Thy  cross  the  wondrous  story, 

Be  it  to  the  nations  told  ; 
Let  them  see  Thee  in  Thy  glory 

And  Thy  mercy  manifold. 

2  Far  and  wide,  though  all  unknowing, 

Pants  for  Thee  each  mortal  breast ; 
Human  tears  for  Thee  are  flowing, 

Human  hearts  in  Thee  would  rest, 
Thirsting,  as  for  dews  of  even, 

As  the  new-mown  grass  for  rain ; 
Thee,  they  seek,  as  God  of  heaven, 

Thee  as  Man  for  sinners  slain. 

3  Saviour,  lo !  the  isles  are  waiting, 

Stretched    the    hand,    and    strained    the 

sight, 
For  Thy  Spirit,  new  creating 

Love's  pure  flame  and  wisdom's  light. 
Give  the  word !  and  of  the  preacher 

Speed  the  foot,  and  touch  the  tongue, 
Till  on  earth  by  every  creature 
Glory  to  the  Lamb  be  sung. 

A.  C.  Coxe. 


526  MISSIONS. 


687  -s-6s-  SL 

ROLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean, 

And,  as  thy  billows  flow, 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  -every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 

Safe  to  the  destined  shore, 
That  man  may  sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 

2  O  Thou  eternal  ruler, 

Who  boldest  in  Thine  arm 
The  tempest  of  the  ocean, 

Protect  them  from  all  harm ! 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  them, 

Wherever  they  may  be ; 
Though  far  from  those  who  love  them, 

Still  let  them  be  with  Thee. 

J.  Edmeston. 

688  7s  6s  81 

Now  BE  the  Gospel  banner 

In  every  land  unfurled, 
And  be  the  shout,  hosanna, 

Re-echoed  through  the  world, 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 

And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  favor, 
Each  ransomed  captive  sings. 
The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys,  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

T.  Hastings. 


MISSIONS.  527 


689  7s'6s  81 

OUR  country's  voice  is  pleading, 

Ye  men  of  God,  arise  ! 
His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies ; 
Day-gleams  are  o'er  it  brightening, 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil ; 
Wide  fields,  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding, 
Speed  on  from  east  to  west, 
Till  all,  His  cross  beholding, 
In  Him  are  fully  blessed. 
Great  author  of  salvation, 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 
Thy  scepter  shall  obey. 

Maria  F.  Anderson. 

690  78-6s  81 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Koll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 


MISSIONS. 


3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign ! 

E.  Heber. 


691 


7s,  6s.  81. 


HAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed  ! 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 


MISSIONS. 


3  He  shall  come  down  like  showers, 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  His  path  to  birth  : 
Before  Him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  Him, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring ; 
All  nations  shall  adore  Him, 

His  praise  all  people  sing ; 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

5  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
The  mountain-dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

6  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All  blessing  and  all-blest : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove, 
His  name  shall  stand  for  ever, — 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

J.  Montgomery. 


580  MISSIONS. 


692  7s'6s- 8L 

THE  morning  light  is  breaking ; 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking, 

To  penitential  tears ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  Gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 
Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 

Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 
Triumphant  reach  their  home ; 

Stay  not  till  all  the  holy- 
Proclaim  ' '  The  Lord  is  come  ! " 

S.  F.  Smith. 

693  10s 

RISE,  crown'd  with  light,  imperial  Salem, 
rise ; 

Exalt  thy  tow'ring  head  and  lift  thine 
eyes  ; 

See  heav'n  its  sparkling  portals  wide  dis- 
play, 

And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 


MISSIONS.  531 


2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn  : 
See  future  sons,  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
"Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend ; 
See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  pros- 
trate kings, 

While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings.  . 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to  smoke 

decay, 

Kocks   fall   to   dust,    and   mountains   melt 
away; 

But  fixed  His  word,  His  saving  power  re- 
mains ; 

Thy    realm    shall    last,   thy    own    Messiah 
reigns. 

A.  Pope. 

694  6>6>8>4- 81- 

WITH  the  sweet  word  of  peace 

We  bid  our  brethren  go  ; 
Peace,  as  a  river  to  increase, 

And  ceaseless  flow. 
With  the  calm  word  of  prayer 

We  earnestly  commend 
Our  brethren  to  Thy  watchful  care, 

Eternal  friend. 

2  With  the  dear  word  of  love 

We  give  our  brief  farewell ; 
Our  love  below,  and  Thine  above 

With  them  shall  dwell. 
With  the  strong  word  of  faith 

We  stay  ourselves  on  Thee, 
That  Thou,  O  Lord,  in  life  and  death 

Their  help  shalt  be. 


682  MISSIONS. 


3  Then  the  bright  word  of  hope 
Shall  on  our  parting  gleam, 
And  tell  of  joys  beyond  the  scope 

Of  earthborn  dream. 
Farewell !  in  hope,  and  love, 

In  faith,  and  peace,  and  prayer, 
Till  He,  whose  home  is  ours  above, 
Unite  us  there. 

G.  Watson. 

695  c  M 

BENEATH  the  shadow'  of  the  cross, 

As  earthly  hopes  remove, 
His  new  commandment  Jesus  gives, 

His  blessed  word  of  love. 

2  O  bond  of  union,  strong  and  deep ! 

O  bond  of  perfect  peace ! 
Not  e'en  the  lifted  cross  can  harm, 
If  we  but  hold  to  this. 

3  Then,  Jesus,  be  Thy  Spirit  ours, 

And  swift  our  feet  shall  move 
To  deeds  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 
And  the  sweet  tasks  of  love. 

S.  Longfellow. 
696  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands : 

Mourning  captive.  Mourning  captive. 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Hast  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved? 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 


MISSIONS. 


3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  ; 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble  ; 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed  ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 
In  thy  Maker's  favor  blessed  ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlasting  rest  ! 

T.  Kelly. 

697  L- M- 

THE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  Thy  power  confess  ; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  didst  write 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  ; 
So,  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Thy  Gospel-heralds  dare  not  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
The  Gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  Thy  judgments  right. 


584  MISSIONS. 


6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
Lord,  cleanse  our  sins,  our  souls  renew, 
And  make  Thy  word  our  guide  to  heaven. 

L  Watts. 

698  L.  M. 

FLING  out  the  banner !  let  it  float 
Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 

The  sun,  that  lights  its  shining  folds, 
The  cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Fling  out  the  banner !   angels  bend 

In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign ; 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  love  divine. 

3  Fling  out  the  banner!  heathen  lands 

Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight, 
And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner!  sin-sick  souls 

That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife, 
Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem, 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner !  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide, 
Our  glory,  only  in  the  cross; 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified! 

6  Fling  out  the  banner!  wide  and  high, 

Seaward  and  skyward,  let  it  shine: 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

G.  W.  Doane. 


MISSIONS. 


699  L  M 

TRIUMPHANT  Zion !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  : 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread, 
No  more  shall  helPs  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God  from  on  high  has  heard  thy  prayer, 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair : 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

P.  Doddridge. 

700  L  M 

LOOK  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 
O  God  of  mercy  and  of  might  ; 

In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray 
Benighted,  in  this  land  of  light. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 
Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  Thee. 

3  Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  harden'd  old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 


536  MISSIONS. 


4  Send  them  Thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow,  with  living  waters,  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

W.  C.  Bi-yant. 

701  LM 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms,  of  every  tongue, 
Dwell  on  His  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  His  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

/.  Watts. 


MISSIONS.  537 


702  L  M- 

SOVEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  Thy  power  ; 
Be  this  Thy  Zion's  favored  hour ; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise,  • 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  Thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, 
And  make  the  nations  all  Thine  own. 

3  Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice ; 
Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

B.  H.  Draper. 

703  L  M- 

YE  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim 
Salvation  thro'  Emmanuel's  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet,  with  the  ransomed  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

B.  H.  Draper. 

704  LM 

SOON  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies, 
9  That  song  of  triumph,  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 


588  MISSIONS. 


2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee ; 

Arid  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Wave  Thou  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign. 

3  Oh,  that  the  anthem  now  might  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

Mrs.  Yokes. 

705  8s<7s- si. 

LORD,  her -watch  Thy  church  is  keeping; 

When  shall  earth  Thy  rule  obey? 
When  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping? 

When  shall  break  the  promised  day? 
See  the  whit'ning  harvest  languish, 

Waiting  still  the  laborer's  toil  ; 
Was  it  vain,  Thy  Son's  deep  anguish  ? 

Shall  the  strong  retain  the  spoil  ? 

2  Tidings,  sent  to  every  creature, 

Millions  yet  have  never  heard ; 
Can  they  hear  without  a  preacher  ? 

Lord  Almighty,  give  the  word  : 
Give  the  word  ;  in  every  nation 

Let  the  Gospel  trumpet  sound, 
Witnessing  a  world's  salvation 

To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

3  Then  the  end  :    Thy  church  completed, 

All  Thy  chosen  gathered  in, 
With  their  King  in  glory  seated, 

Satan  bound,  and  banished  sin  ; 
Gone  for  ever,  parting,  weeping, 

Hunger,  sorrow,  death,  and  pain  ;  — 
Lo  !   her  watch  Thy  church  is  keeping  ; 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  to  reign. 

H.  Downton^ 


MISSIONS. 


706  8s'7s  8L 

WE  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

In  a  grand  and  awful  time, 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling  ; 

To  be  living  is  sublime. 
Hark,  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog  to  the  fray  : 
Hark,  what  soundeth  ?  is  creation 

Groaning  for  its  latter  day? 

2  Worlds  are  charging,  heaven  beholding, 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 
On,  right  onward,  for  the  right ! 
On  !   let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad. 
Strike  !   let  every  nerve  and  sinew 
Tell  on  ages,  tell  for  God. 

A.  C.  Coxe. 


707 

SOLDIERS  of  the  cross,  arise, 

Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright ; 

Mighty  are  your  enemies, 
Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight. 

2  O'er  a  faithless  fallen  world 

Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky ; 
Let  it  float  there  wide  unfurled  ; 
Bear  it  onward  ;  lift  it  high. 

3  'Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 

Strangers  to  the  living  word, 
Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 
Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard. 

4  Where  the  shadows  deepest  lie, 

Carry  truth's  unsullied  ray ; 
Where  are  crimes  of  blackest  dye, 
There  the  saving  sign  display. 


7s. 


540  MISSIONS. 


5  To  the  weary  and  the  worn 

Tell  of  realms  where  sorrows  cease ; 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn 
Speak  of  mercy  and  of  peace. 

6  Guard  the  helpless ;   seek  the  strajred  ; 

Comfort  troubles  ;  banish  grief  ; 
In  the  might  of  God  arrayed, 
Scatter  sin  and  unbelief. 

7  Be  the  banner  still  unfurled, 

Still  unsheathed  the  Spirit's  sword, 
Till  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Are  the  kingdom  of  the  Lord. 

W.  W.  HOW. 

708  c  M- 

THE  Lord  will  come  and  not  be  slow, 

His  footsteps  cannot  err ; 
Before  Him  righteousness  shall  go, 

His  royal  harbinger. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  that  long  were  missed, 

Now  joyfully  are  met ; 
Sweet  peace  and  righteousness  have  kissed, 
And  hand  in  hand  are  set. 

3  Truth  from  the  earth,  like  to  a  flower, 

Shall  bud  and  blossom  then  ; 
And  Justice,  from  her  heavenly  bower, 
Look  down  on  mortal  men. 

J.  Milton. 

709  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

SAINTS  of  God  !   the  dawn  is  bright'ning 

Token  of  our  coming  Lord  ; 
O'er  the  earth  the  field  is  whit'ning  ; 

Louder  rings  the  Master's  word  : 
Pray  for  reapers 

In  the  harvest  of  the  Lord  ! 


MISSIONS.  541 


2  Now,  O  Lord,  fulfil  Thy  pleasure, 

Breathe  upon  Thy  chosen  band, 
And,  with  Pentecostal  measure, 
Send  forth  reapers  o'er  our  land  ; 

Faithful  reapers 
Gathering  sheaves  for  Thy  right  hand. 

3  Broad  the  shadow  of  our  nation, 

Eager  millions  hither  roam  ; 
Lo  !   they  wait  for  Thy  salvation  ; 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come  ; 

By  Thy  Spirit 
Bring  Thy  ransomed  people  home. 

4  Soon  shall  end  the  time  of  weeping, 

Soon  the  reaping  time  will  come  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  together  keeping 
God's  eternal  Harvest-Home. 

Saints  and  angels 

Shout  the  world's  great  Harvest-Home. 

M.  Maxwell. 

710  HMOS. 

HAIL  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morn- 
ing, 
Joy  to  the   lands  that  in  darkness  have 

lain  ! 
Hush'd    be    the    accents    of    sorrow    and 

mourning, 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morn- 
ing, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold  ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  return- 
ing! 
Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 


542  MISSIONS. 


3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  spring- 

ing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
Loud  from   the   mountain-tops   echoes  are 

ringing, 

Wastes   rise   in   verdure   and   mingle  in 
song. 

4  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the 

ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  ; 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commo- 
tion, 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

T.  Hastings. 

711  8,8,8,6. 

SEND  Thou,  O  Lord,  to  every  place 
Swift  messengers  before  Thy  face, 
The  heralds  of  Thy  wondrous  grace, 
Where  Thou,  Thyself,  wilt  come. 

2  Send  men  whose  eyes  have  seen  the  King, 
Men  in  whose  ears  His  sweet  words  ring ; 
Send  such  Thy  lost  ones  home  to  bring  ; 

Send  them  where  Thou  wilt  come. 

3  To  bring  good  news  to  souls  in  sin  ; 
The  bruised  and  broken  hearts  to  win  ; 
In  every  place  to  bring  them  in  ; 

Where  Thou,  Thyself,  wilt  come. 

4  Thou  who  hast  died,  Thy  victory  claim  ; 
Assert,  O  Christ,  Thy  glory's  name, 
And  far  to  lands  of  pagan  shame, 

Send  men  where  Thou  wilt  come. 


ALMSGIVING.  543 

5  Gird  each  one  with  the  Spirit's  sword, 
The  sword  of  Thine  own  deathless  word  ; 
And    make    them    conquerors,    conquering 

Lord, 
Where  Thou,  Thyself,  wilt  come. 

6  Raise  up,  O  Lord  the  Holy  Ghost, 
From  this  broad  land  a  mighty  host, 
Their  war-cry,  "  We  will  seek  the  lost, 

Where  Thou,  O  Christ,  wilt  come  ! " 

Mrs.  Merrill  E.  Gates. 

712  8'».M. 

O  LORD  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea, 
To  Thee  all  praise  and  glory  be  ; 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 
Who  givest  all? 

2  The  golden  sunshine,  vernal  air, 

Sweet  flowers  and  fruit  Thy  love  declare  ; 
When  harvests  ripen,  Thou  art  there, 
Who  givest  all. 

3  For  peaceful  homes,  and  heathful  days, 
For  all  the  blessings  earth  displays, 
We  owe  Thee  thankfulness  and  praise, 

Who  givest  all. 

4  Thou  didst  not  spare  Thine  only  Son, 
But  gav'st  Him  for  a  world  undone, 
And  freely  with  that  blessed  one 

Thou  givest  all. 

5  Thou  giv'st  the  Spirit's  holy  dower, 
Spirit  of  life,  and  love,  and  power, 
And  dost  His  sevenfold  graces  shower 

Upon  us  all. 

6  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace  and  hopes  of  heaven, 
What  can  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 

Who  givest  all  ? 


544  ALMSGIVING. 


7  We  lose  what  on  ourselves  we  spend, 
We  have,  as  treasure  without  end, 
Whatever,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  lend, 

Who  givest  all. 

8  Whatever,  Lord,  we  lend  to  Thee, 
Kepaid  a  thousand-fold  will  be  ; 
Then  gladly  will  we  give  to  Thee 

Who  givest  all. 

9  To  Thee,  from  whom  we  all  derive 
Our  life,  our  gifts,  our  power  to  give ; 
Oh,  may  we  ever  with  Thee  live, 

Who  givest  all  ! 

C.  Wordsworth. 

713  S-M- 

WE  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be  ; 
All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  May  we  Thy  bounties  thus 
As  stewards  true  receive, 

And  gladly,  as  Thou  blessest  us, 
To  Thee  our  first-fruits  give. 

3  Oh,  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 
And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 

And  lambs  for  whom  the  shepherd  bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

4  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 
To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 

To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

5  The  captive  to  release, 
To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 

To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 


ALMSGIVING.  545 


6  And  we  believe  Thy  word, 
Though  dim  our  faith  may  be  ; 
Whatever  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

W.  W.  How. 


714 


7s,  5s. 


THINE  are  all  the  gifts,  O  God, 

Thine  the  broken  bread  ; 
Let  the  naked  feet  be  shod, 

And  the  starving  fed. 

2  Let  Thy  children,  by  Thy  grace, 

Give  as  they  abound, 
Till  the  poor  have  breathing-space, 
And  the  lost  are  found. 

3  Wiser  than  the  miser's  hoards 

Is  the  giver's  choice  ; 
Sweeter  than  the  song  of  birds 
Is  the  thankful  voice. 

4  Welcome  smiles  on  faces  sad 

As  the  flowers  of  spring  ; 

Let  the  tender  hearts  be  glad 

With  the  joy  they  bring. 

J.  G.  Whittier. 

715  L-M- 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  His  works  from  day  to  day 
But  miracles  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  thro'  our  race? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  Thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  bestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

18 


546  ALMSGIVING. 


3  That  man  may  breathe,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives  but  nothing  gives, 
Whom    none   can    love,    whom    none    can 

thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank. 

4  But  he  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  wray, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

T.  Gibbon*. 

716  CM- 

LORD,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 

By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  love's  treasures  still  be  spent, 

Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him  thro'  scenes  of  deep  distress, 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side, 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill, 
And,  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

4  Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make, 

But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward. 

W.  Crosswett. 

717  8s,  7s.  81. 

LORD  of  glory,  Thou  hast  bought  us 
With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 

Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones 
That  tremendous  sacrifice, 


ALMSGIVING.  547 


And  with  that  hast  freely  given 
Blessings  countless  as  the  sand, 

To  th'  unthankful  and  the  evil 
With  Thine  own  unsparing  hand. 

2  Grants  us  hearts,  dear  Lord,  to  yield  Thee, 

Gladly,  freely  of  Thine  own  ; 
With  the  sunshine  of  Thy  goodness 

Melt  our  thankless  hearts  of  stone  ; 
Till  our  cold  and  selfish  natures, 

Warmed  by  Thee,  at  length  believe 
That  more  happy  and  more  blessed 

'Tis  to  give  than  to  receive. 

3  Wondrous  honor  hast  Thou  given 

To  our  humblest  charity, 
In  Thine  own  mysterious  sentence, 

"Ye  have  done  it  unto  Me." 
Can  it  be,  O  gracious  Master, 

Thou  dost 'deign  for  alms  to  sue, 
Saying,  by  Thy  poor  and  needy, 

"Give  as  I  have  given  to  you?" 

4  Lord  of  glory,  who  hast  bought  us 

With  Thy  life-blood  as  the  price, 
Never  grudging  for  the  lost  ones 

That  tremendous  sacrifice, 
Give  us  faith,  to  trust  Thee  boldly, 

Hope,  to  stay  our  souls  on  Thee: 
But  oh  !  best  of  all  Thy  graces, 

Give  us  Thine  own  charity. 

E.  8.  Alderson.    Ab. 


718 

O  GOD  of  mercy,  God  of  might, 
In  love  and  pity  infinite, 
Teach  us,  as  ever  in  Thy  sight, 
To  live  our  life  to  Thee. 


8,8,8,6. 


548  ALMSGIVING. 


2  And  Thou  who  cam'st  on  earth  to  die, 
That  fallen  man  might  live  thereby, 

O  hear  us,  for  to  Thee  we  cry, 
In  hope,  O  Lord,  to  Thee. 

3  Teach  us  the  lesson  Thou  hast  taught, 

To  feel  for  those  Thy  blood  hath  bought ; 

That  every  word,  and  deed,  and  thought 

May  work  a  work  for  Thee. 

4  For  all  are  brethren,  far  and  wide 
Since  Thou,  O  Lord,  for  all  hast  died  : 
Then  teach  us,  whatsoe'er  betide, 

To  love  them  all  in  Thee. 

5  In  sickness,  sorrow,  want,  or  care, 
Whate'er  it  be,  't  is  ours  to  share ; 
May  we,  where  help  is  needed,  there 

Give  help  as  unto  Thee. 

6  And  may  Thy  Holy  Spirit  move 
All  those  who  live,  to  live  in  love, 
Till  Thou  shalt  greet  in  heaven  above 

All  those  who  give  to  Thee. 

G.  Thring. 

719  LM 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  heav'n  and  earth 
With  lavish  wealth  before  Thee  bow  ; 

Those  treasures  owe  to  Thee  their  birth, 
Creator,  ruler,  giver,  Thou. 

2  The  wealth  of  earth,  of  sky,  of  sea, 

The  gold,  the  silver,  sparkling  gem, 
The  waving  corn,  the  bending  tree, 
Are  Thine ;  to  us  Thou  lendest  them. 

3  To  Thee,  as  early  morning's  dew, 

Our  praises,  alms,  and  prayer  shall  rise  ; 
As  rose,  when  joyous  earth  was  new, 
Faith's  patriarchal  sacrifice. 


ALMSGIVING.  549 


4  We,  Lord,  would  lay,  at  Thy  behest, 

The  costliest  offerings  on  Thy  shrine ; 
But  when  we  give,  and  give  our  best, 
We  only  give  Thee  that  is  Thine. 

5  O  Father,  whence  all  blessings  come, 

O  Son,  dispenser  of  God's  store, 
O  Spirit,  bear  our  offerings  home. 
Lord,  make  them  Thine  for  evermore. 

E.  A.  Dayman. 

720  °-M- 

O  THOU  great  Teacher  from  the  skies, 
Who  lived  and  died  for  men  ; 

Teach  us  with  Thee  to  sympathize, 
And  be  as  Thou  wast  then. 

2  It  was  the  glory  of  Thy  heart, 

Whate'er  Thou  hadst  to  give  ; 
For  others'  sufferings  to  impart, 
For  others'  good  to  live. 

3  Be  Thou  in  us  a  living  soul ; 

Be  Thou  our  spirit's  power  ; 
Its  secret  thought,  its  life's  control, 
To  guide  it  every  hour. 

4  We  need  like  Thee  a  spirit  true, 

A  just  and  generous  mind, 
Which  seeks,  in  all  it  has  to  do, 
The  good  of  all  mankind. 

T.  C.  Upham. 

721  °- M- 

FOUNTAIN  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 

Our  thankful  hearts  incline  ; 
What  can  we  render,  Lord,  to  Thee, 

When  all  the  worlds  are  Thine? 


550  TEMPERANCE. 


2  But  Thou  hast  needy  brethren  here, 

Partakers  of  Thy  grace, 
Whose  names  Thou  wilt  Thyself  confess 
Before  the  Father's  face. 

3  In  each  sad  accent  of  distress 

Thy  pleading  voice  is  heard ; 
In  them  Thou  may'st  be  clothed  and  fed, 
And  visited,  and  cheered. 

4  Help  us  then,  Lord,  Thy  yoke  to  wear, 

And  joy  to  do  Thy  will ; 
Each  other's  burdens  gladly  bear, 
And  love's  sweet  law  fulfil. 

5  Thy  face  with  reverence  and  with  love 

We  in  Thy  poor  would  see  ; 
And  while  we  minister  to  them, 
Would  do  it  as  to  Thee. 

6  Do  Thou,  O  Lord,  our  alms  accept, 

And  with  Thy  blessing  speed ; 
Bless  us  in  giving  ;  greatly  bless 
Our  gifts  to  them  that  need. 

P.  Doddridge.    E.  Osier. 

*7QQ  11s,  10s,  41.     With  Refrain. 

RESCUE  the  perishing,  care  for  the  dying, 
Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin   and  the 
grave ; 

Weep  o'er  the  erring  one,  lift  up  the  fallen, 
Tell  them  of  Jesus  the  mighty  to  save. 

Rescue  the  perishing,  care  for  the  dying  ; 
Jesus  is  merciful,  Jesus  will  save. 

2  Though  they  are  slighting  Him,  still  He  is 

waiting, 

Waiting  the  penitent  child  to  receive  : 
Plead  with  them  earnestly,  plead  with  them 

gently ; 

He  will  forgive  if  they  only  believe. 
Rescue  the  perishing,  etc. 


TEMPERANCE.  551 


3  Down  in  the  human  heart,  crushed  by  the 

tempter, 

Feelings  lie  buried  that  grace  can  restore  ; 
Touched   by   a   loving   hand,  wakened    by 

kindness, 

Chords    that    were    broken   will    vibrate 
once  more. 
Rescue  the  perishing,  etc. 

4  Rescue  the  perishing,  duty  demands  it ; 

Strength  for  thy  labor  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide : 
Back    to    the    narrow   way   patiently    win 

them  ; 

Tell   the   poor   wanderer  a   Saviour  has 
died. 
Rescue  the  perishing,  etc. 

F.  J.  Van  Alstyne. 

723  ?s,6s.  81. 

O  THOU  before  whose  presence 

Nought  evil  may  come  in, 
Yet  who  dost  look  in  mercy 

Down  on  this  wprld  of  sin  ; 
O  give  us  noble  purpose 

To  set  the  sin-bound  free, 
And  Christ-like  tender  pity 

To  seek  the  lost  for  Thee. 

2  Fierce  is  our  subtle  foeman  : 

The  forces  at  his  hand 
With  woes  that  none  can  number 

Despoil  the  pleasant  land  ; 
All  they  who  war  against  them, 

In  strife  so  keen  and  long, 
Must  in  their  Saviour's  armor 

Be  stronger  than  the  strong. 


552  TEMPERANCE. 


3  So  hast  Thou  wrought  among  us 

The  great  things  that  we  see ; 
For  things  that  are  we  thank  Thee, 

And  for  the  things  to  be. 
For  bright  hope  is  uplifting 

Faint  hands  and  feeble  knees, 
To  strive  beneath  Thy  blessing 

For  greater  things  than  these. 

4  Lead  on,  O  love  and  mercy, 

O  purity  and  power, 
Lead  on  till  peace  eternal 

Shall  close  this  battle-hour : 
Till  all  who  prayed  and  struggled 

To  set  their  brethren  free, 
In  triumph  meet  to  praise  Thee, 

Most  Holy  Trinity. 

S.  J.  Stone. 

724  L- M- 

WHEN,  doomed  to  death,  th1  apostle  lay 

At  night  in  Herod's  dungeon  cell, 
A  light  shone  round  him  like  the  day, 

And  from  his  limbs  the  fetters  fell. 

• 

2  A  messenger  from  God  was  there, 

To  break  his  chain  and  bid  him  rise ; 
And  lo  !  the  saint,  as  free  as  air, 
Walked  forth  beneath  the  open  skies. 

3  Chains  yet  more  strong  and  cruel  bind 

The  victims  of  that  deadly  thirst 
Which  drowns  the  soul,  and  from  the  mind 
Blots  the  bright  image  stamped  at  first. 

4  O  God  of  love  and  mercy,  deign 

To  look  on  those  with  pitying  eye 
Who  struggle  with  that  fatal  chain, 
And  send  them  succor  from  on  high ! 


LAYING   A  CORNER-STONE.  553 

5  Send  down,  in  its  resistless  might, 
Thy  gracious  Spirit,  we  implore, 
And  lead  the  captive  forth  to  light, 
A  rescued  soul,  a  slave  no  more  ! 

W.  C.  Bryant. 


725 


L.  M. 


O  LORD  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 
The  bounds  of  the  eternal  hills, 
And  yet  vouchsafes,  in  Christian  lands, 
To  dwell  in  temples  made  with  hands. 

2  Grant  that  all  we,  who  here  to-day 
Rejoicing  this  foundation  lay, 
May  be  in  very  deed  Thine  own, 
Built  on  the  precious  corner-stone. 

3  Endue  the  creatures  with  Thy  grace, 
That  shall  adorn  Thy  dwelling-place  ; 
The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 

The  gold  and  silver,  make  them  Thine. 

4  To  Thee  they  all  belong,  to  Thee 
The  treasures  of  the  earth  and  sea ; 
And  when  we  bring  them  to  Thy  throne 
We  but  present  Thee  with  Thine  own. 

5  The  heads  that  guide  endue  with  skill, 
The  hands  that  work  preserve  from  ill, 
That  we,  who  these  foundations  lay, 
May  raise  the  topstone  in  its  day. 

6  But  now  and  ever.  Lord,  protect 
The  temple  of  Thine  own  elect ; 

Be  Thou  in  them,  and  they  in  Thee, 
O  ever-blessed  Trinity. 

J.  M.  Neale. 


554  DEDICATION   OF  A   CHURCH. 


C.  M. 


726 

O  THOU,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 

Have  raised  to  worship  Thee. 

2  Lord,  from  Thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  walls  t'  abide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  Thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds,  that  worship  here, 

Be  taught  the  better  way  ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 

And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While,  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

W.  C. 

727 


L- 


JESUS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat  ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground: 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Yet  everywhere  Thou  guid'st  Thine  own 
To  raise  for  Thee  an  earthly  throne  ; 
And  where  Thy  Name  Thou  dost  record, 
There  Thou  wilt  come  and  bless  them,  Lord. 


DEDICATION  OF  A  CHURCH.  555 

4  Dear  shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 

5  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

6  Behold,  at  Thy  commanding  word, 
We  stretch  the  curtain  and  the  cord  ; 
Come,  with  Thy  glory  fill  the  place, 
And  bless  us  with  a  large  increase. 

W.  Coivper,  Ab. 

728  L- M- 

COME,  Jesus,  from  the  sapphire  throne, 
Where  Thy  redeem'd  behold  Thy  face, 

Enter  this  temple,  now  Thine  own, 
And  let  Thy  glory  fill  the  place. 

2  We  praise  Thee  that  to-day  we  see 

Its  sacred  wall  before  Thee  stand  ; 
'T  is  Thine  for  us,  't  is  ours  for  Thee, 
Reared  by  Thy  kind  assisting  hand. 

3  Oft  as  returns  the  day  of  rest, 

Let  heartfelt  worship  here  ascend  ; 
With  Thine  own  joy  fill  every  breast, 
With  Thine  own  power  Thy  word  attend. 

4  Here,  in  the  dark  and  sorrowing  day, 

Bid  Thou  the  throbbing  heart  be  still  ; 
Oh,  wipe  the  mourner's  tears  away, 
And   give    new    strength    to    meet    Thy 
will. 


556  LAYING   A   CORNER-STONE. 

5  When  round  this  board  Thine  own  shall 

meet, 

And  keep  the  feast  of  dying  love, 
Be  our  communion  ever  sweet, 
With  Thee,  and  with  Thy  Church  above. 

6  Come,  faithful  Shepherd,  feed  Thy  sheep; 

In  Thine  own  arms  the  lambs  enfold  ; 
Give  help  to  climb  the  heavenward  steep, 
Till  Thy  full  glory  we  behold. 

B.  Palmer.    Ab. 

729  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

CHRIST  is  our  corner-stone, 

On  Him  alone  we  build  : 

With  His  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heav'n  are  filled  ; 
On  His  great  love  our  hopes  we  place, 
Of  present  grace  and  joys  above. 

2  Oh,  then  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise, 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing; 
And  thus  proclaim  in  joyful  song 
Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

For  evermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  ; 
In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 
Each  holy  day,  Thy  blessing  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 
'And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore, 
Until  that  day  when  all  the  blest 
To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 

Anon.  (Latin,  6th  or  7th  Cent.)     Tr.  J.  Chandler. 


DEDICATION  OF  A  CHURCH.  557 

730  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

IN  loud  exalted  strains, 

The  King  of  glory  praise  : 
O'er  heav'n  and  earth  He  reigns, 

Thro'  everlasting  days  ; 
But  Zion,  with  His  presence  blest, 
Is  His  delight,  His  chosen  rest. 

2  O  King  of  glory,  come 

And  with  Thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  Thy  home, 

This  people  as  Thy  own  ; 
Beneath  this  roof  vouchsafe  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

3  Now  let  Thine  ear  attend 

Our  supplicating  cries  ; 
Now  let  our  praise  ascend, 

Accepted,  to  the  skies  ; 
Now  let  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Spread  its  celestial  influence  round. 

4  Here  may  the  listening  throng 

Imbibe  Thy  truth  and  love  ; 
Here  Christians  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above  ; 
Till  all  who  humbly  seek  Thy  face 
Rejoice  in  Thy  abounding  grace. 

B.  Francis. 

731  8s, 7s.   61. 

CHRIST  is  made  the  sure  foundation, 
Christ  the  head  and  corner-stone, 

Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 
Binding  all  the  church  in  one  ; 

Holy  Zion's  help  for  ever, 
And  her  confidence  alone. 


558  THE  YEAR. 


2  All  that  dedicated  city, 

Dearly  loved  of  God  on  high, 
In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  melody ; 
God  the  One  in  Three  adoring 

In  glad  hymns  eternally. 

3  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 

Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  to-day : 
With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness, 

Hear  Thy  people  as  they  pray  ; 
And  Thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

4  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  they  ask  of  Thee  to  gain, 
What  they  gain  from  Thee  for  ever 

With  the  blessed  to  retain, 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

Evermore  with  Thee  to  reign. 

Anon.  (Latin,  6th  or  7th  Cent)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

(This  hymn  is  Part  II.  of  "Blessed  City,  heavenly  Salem,11 
No.  779.) 

732  L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy, 

Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 

While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 

Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 

To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 


THE  YEAR.  559 


5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

P.  Doddridge. 

733  7s 

FOR  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 
Constant  through  another  year, 

Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness  ; 
Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  hear. 

2  Lo  !  our  sins  on  Thee  we  cast, 

Thee,  our  perfect  sacrifice  ; 
And,  forgetting  all  the  past, 
Press  towards  our  glorious  prize. 

3  Dark  the  future  ;  let  Thy  light 

Guide  us,  bright  and  morning  star  : 
Fierce  our  foes,  and  hard  the  fight ; 
Arm  us,  Saviour,  for  the  war. 

4  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength,  be  Thou  our  stay  ; 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  way. 

5  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread  ? 
WTith  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 

6  Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure, 

Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  ; 
Help,  O  help  us  to  endure  ; 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 


560  THE   CLOSING  YEAR. 

7  So  within  Thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee  the  only  Potentate, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

H.  Downton. 
734  P.  M.      8,7,8,7  (8,8,8,9; 

DAYS  and  moments  quickly  flying 
Speed  us  onward  to  the  dead  : 

Oh,  how  soon  shall  we  be  lying 
Each  within  his  narrow  bed  ! 

(AFTER  3D  AND  GTH  VERSES.) 
Life  passeth  soon  ; 

Death  draweth  near  : 
Keep  us,  good  Lord, 

Till  Thou  appear  ; 
With  Thee  to  live, 

With  Thee  to  die, 
With  Thee  to  reign 

Thro'  eternity. 

2  Jesus,  merciful  Redeemer, 

House  dead  souls  to  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Wake,  oh,  wake  each  idle  dreamer 
Now  to  make  th'  eternal  choice ! 

3  Mark  we  whither  we  are  wending ; 

Ponder  how  we  soon  must  go 
To  inherit  bliss  unending 
Or  eternity  of  woe. 

4  As  a  shadow  life  is  fleeting  ; 

As  a  vapor  so  it  flies  : 
For  the  bygone  years  retreating, 
Pardon  grant,  and  make  us  wise  ; 

5  Wise  that  we  our  days  may  number, 

Strive  and  wrestle  with  our  sin  ; 
Stay  not  in  our  work  nor  slumber 
Till  Thy  holy  rest  we  win. 


THE  CLOSING  YEAR.  561 

6  Soon  before  the  Judge  all-glorious 

We  with  all  the  dead  shall  stand ; 
Saviour,  over  death  victorious, 
Place  us  then  on  Thy  right  hand. 

E.  Caswatt. 

735  S.M.  si. 

A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 

Asleep  within  the  tomb  ; 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

2  A  few  more  suns  shall  set 

O'er  these  dark  hills  of  time, 
And  we  shall  be  where  suns  are  not, 

A  far  serener  clime  : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

3  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild  rocky  shore, 
And  we  shall  be  wrhere  tempests  cease, 

And  surges  swell  no  more  : 
Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  calm  day  ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 

And  take  my  sins  away. 

4  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more : 


662  THE  CLOSING  YEAR. 

Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  bright  day  ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

5  'T  is  but  a  little  while 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 

That  we  with  Him  may  reign  : 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  glad  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

H.  Sonar. 


736 


7s.  81. 


WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  : 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  view  : 


THE   NEW   YEAR. 


Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

J.  Newton. 


737 


7s,  5s.  81. 


FATHER,  let  me  dedicate 

All  this  year  to  Thee, 
In  whatever  worldly  state 

Thou  wilt  have  me  be. 
Not  from  sorrow,  pain,  or  care, 

Freedom  dare  I  claim  ; 
This  alone  shall  be  my  prayer  : 

Glorify  Thy  name. 

2  Can  a  child  presume  to  choose 

Where  or  how  to  live? 
Can  a  Father's  love  refuse 

All  the  best  to  give? 
More  Thou  givest  every  day 

Than  the  best  can  claim, 
Nor  withholdest  aught  that  may 

Glorify  Thy  name. 

3  If  in  mercy  Thou  wilt  spare 

Joys  that  yet  are  mine  ; 
If  on  life,  serene  and  fair, 

Brighter  rays  may  shine,  — 
Let  my  glad  heart,  while  it  sings, 

Thee  in  all  proclaim, 
And,  whatever  the  future  brings, 

Glorify  Thy  name. 

4  If  Thou  callest  to  the  cross, 

And  its  shadow  come, 
Turning  all  my  gain  to  loss, 
Shrouding  heart  and  home,  — 


564  THE   NEW  YEAR. 

Let  me  think  how  Thy  dear  Son 

To  His  glory  came, 
And  in  deepest  woe  pray  on ; 

"Glorify  Thy  name." 

L.  Tuttlett. 
738       13,13,13,14,  or  7s,6s.  81.     Irregular. 

FROM  glory  unto  glory  ! 

Be  this  our  joyous  song ; 
As  on  the  King's  own  highway, 

We  bravely  march  along. 
From  glory  unto  glory  ! 

O  word  of  stirring  cheer, 
As  dawns  the  solemn  brightness  of 

Another  glad  New  Year. 

2  The  fullness  of  His  blessing 

Encompasseth  our  way ; 
The  fullness  of  His  promises 

Crowns  every  bright'ning  day  ; 
The  fullness  of  His  glory, 

Is  beaming  from  above, 
While  more  and  more  we  learn  to  know 

The  fullness  of  His  love. 

3  And  closer  yet  and  closer 

The  golden  bonds  shall  be, 
Uniting  all  who  love  our  Lord 

In  pure  sincerity ; 
And  wider  yet  and  wider 

Shall  the  circling  glory  glow, 
As  more  and  more  are  taught  of  God 

That  mighty  love  to  know. 

4  Oh,  let  our  adoration 

For  all  that  He  hath  done, 
Peal  out  beyond  the  stars  of  God, 
While  voice  and  life  are  one ; 


THE  NEW  YEAR.  565 

And  let  our  consecration 
Be  real,  and  deep,  and  true  : 

Oh,  even  now  our  hearts  shall  bow, 
And  joyful  vows  renew. 

5  Now  onward,  ever  onward, 

From  strength  to  strength  we  go, 
While  grace  for  grace  abundantly 

Shall  from  His  fullness  flow, 
To  glory's  full  fruition, 

From  glory's  foretaste  here, 
Until  His  very  presence 

Crown  our  happiest  New  Year. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 


739 


6s,  5s.  81.     With  Kef  rain. 


STANDING  at  the  portal 

Of  the  opening  year, 
Words  of  comfort  meet  us, 

Hushing  every  fear ; 
Spoken  thro'  the  silence 

By  our  Father's  voice, 
Tender,  strong,  and  faithful, 

Making  us  rejoice. 

REFRAIN. —  Onward  then,  and  fear  not, 

Children  of  the  day  ! 
For  His  word  shall  never, 
Never  pass  away. 

2  "  I  the  Lord,  am  with  thee, 

Be  thou  not  afraid ! 
I  will  keep  and  strengthen, 

Be  thou  not  dismayed  ! 
Yea,  I  will  uphold  thee 

With  My  own  right  hand  ; 
Thou  art  called  and  chosen 

In  My  sight  to  stand." — Ref. 


THANKSGIVING. 


3  For  the  year  before  us, 

Oh,  what  rich  supplies  ! 
For  the  poor  and  needy 

Living  streams  shall  rise  ; 
For  the  sad  and  sinful 

Shall  His  grace  abound  ; 
For  the  faint  and  feeble 

Perfect  strength  be  found. —  Ref. 

4  He  will  never  fail  us, 

He  will  not  forsake ; 
His  eternal  covenant 

He  will  never  break! 
Resting  on  His  promise, 

What  have  we  to  fear? 
God  is  all-sufficient 

For  the  coming  year. — Ref. 

F.  R.  Havergal. 

74-0  6s,  5s.  81.     With  Refrain. 

EARTH  below  is  teeming, 

Heaven  is  bright  above  ; 
Every  brow  is  beaming 

In  the  light  of  love ; 
Every  eye  rejoices, 

Every  thought  is  praise  ; 
Happy  hearts  and  voices 

Gladden  nights  and  days. 

REFRAIN. —  O  Almighty  giver! 

Bountiful  and  free, 

As  the  joy  in  harvest 

Joy  we  before  Thee. 

2  For  the  sun  and  showers, 
For  the  rain  and  dew, 
For  the  nurturing  hours 
Spring  and  Summer  knew  ; 


THANKSGIVING.  567 


For  the  golden  Autumn, 

And  its  precious  stores, 
For  the  love  that  brought  them 

Teeming  to  our  doors. — Ref. 

3  Earth's  broad  harvest  whitens 

In  a  brighter  sun 
Than  the  orb  that  lightens 

All  we  tread  upon  ; 
Send  out  laborers,  Father ! 

Where  fields  ripening  wave, 
All  the  nations  gather, 

Gather  in  and  save. — Ref. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 


741 


7s,  6s.  81.     With  Refrain. 


WE  plough  the  fields,  and  scatter 

The  good  seed  on  the  land, 
But  it  is  fed  and  watered 

By  God's  almighty  hand  ; 
He  sends  the  snow  in  winter, 

The  warmth  to  swell  the  grain, 
The  breezes  and  the  sunshine, 

And  soft  refreshing  rain. 

REFRAIN. — All  good  gifts  around  us 

Are  sent  from  heaven  above  ; 
Then  thank  the  Lord,  oh,  thank 

the  Lord, 
For  all  His  love. 

2  He  only  is  the  Maker 

Of  all  things  near  and  far ; 
He  paints  the  wayside  flower, 

He  lights  the  evening  star  ; 
The  winds  and  waves  obey  Him, 

By  Him  the  birds  are  fed  ; 
Much  more  to  us,  His  children, 

He  gives  our  daily  bread.  —  Ref. 


508  THANKSGIVING. 


3  We  thank  Thee,  then,  O  Father, 

For  all  things  bright  and  good, 
The  seed-time  and  the  harvest, 

Our  life,  our  health,  our  food  ; 
Accept  the  gifts  we  offer, 

For  all  Thy  love  imparts, 
And,  what  Thou  most  desirest, 
Our  humble,  thankful  hearts. — Ref. 
M.  Claudius.     Tr.  Jane  M.  Campbell. 

C.  M.  81. 

WITH  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  He  spreads  His  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  His  showers  of  blessing  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  His  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  His  word,  and  melts  the  snow ; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

6  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  His  mighty  word  : 
With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

/.  Waits. 


THANKSGIVING. 


743 


7s.  61. 


PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  source  of  ev'ry  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  ; 
All  to  Thee,  our  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  All  the  plenty  summer  pours  ; 
Autumn's  rich  overflowing  stores  ; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss,  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge  with  its  gladdening  streams, 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams : 

Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

4  As  Thy  prospering  hand  hath  blest, 
May  we  give  Thee  of  our  best ; 
And  by  deeds  of  kindly  love 

For  Thy  mercies  grateful  prove ; 
Singing  thus  through  all  our  days, 
Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise. 

Mrs.  A.  L.  Barbauld,  Alt.  &  Ab. 


744 


7s. 


PRAISE,  O  praise  our  God  and  King  ! 
Hymns  of  adoration  sing  ; 
For  His  mercies  still  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  Him  that  He  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  with  her  gentle  light. 


570  THANKSGIVING. 


3  Praise  Him  that  He  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain  ; 
And  hath  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  Him  for  our  harvest-store, 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor  ; 
And  for  richer  food  than  this, 
Pledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 

5  Glory  to  our  bounteous  King ; 
Glory  let  creation  sing  ; 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 
And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

H.  W.  Baker. 

745  8s'7s-  8L 

To  THEE,  O  Lord,  our  hearts  we  raise 

In  hymns  of  adoration, 
To  Thee  bring  sacrifice  of  praise 

With  shouts  of  exultation  : 
Bright  robes  of  gold  the  fields  adorn, 

The  hills  with  joy  are  ringing, 
The  valleys  stand  so  thick  with  corn 

That  even  they  are  singing. 

2  And  now  on  this  our  festal  day, 

Thy  bounteous  hand  confessing, 
Upon  Thine  altar,  Lord,  we  lay 

The  first-fruits  of  Thy  blessing. 
By  Thee  the  souls  of  men  are  fed 

With  gifts  of  grace  supernal, 
Thou  who  dost  give  us  earthly  bread, 

Give  us  the  Bread  eternal. 

3  We  bear  the  burden  of  the  day. 

And  often  toil  seems  dreary ; 
But  labor  ends  with  sunset  ray, 
And  rest  comes  for  the  weary. 


THANKSGIVING.  571 


May  we,  the  angel-reaping  o'er, 

Stand  at  the  last  accepted, 
Christ's  golden  sheaves  for  evermore 

To  garners  bright  elected. 

4  Oh,  blessed  is  that  land  of  God, 

Where  saints  abide  for  ever ; 
Where  golden  fields  spread  fair  and  broad, 

Where  flows  the  crystal  river : 

The  strains  of  all  its  holy  throng 

With  ours  to-day  are  blending ; 

Thrice  blessed  is  that  harvest-song 

Which  never  hath  an  ending. 

W. .  c.  Dix. 


746 


7s.  81. 


COME,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home  : 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 
God,  our  Maker,  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied ; 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-Home. 

2  All  the  world  is  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  : 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Lord  of  harvest,  grant  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home  ; 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away ; 


572  THANKSGIVING. 


Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast, 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  Garner  evermore. 

4  Even  so,  Lord,  quickly  come, 
To  Thy  final  Harvest-Home  ! 
Gather  Thou  Thy  people  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  ; 
There  for  ever  purified, 
In  Thy  Presence  to  abide  : 
Come,  with  all  Thine  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-Home ! 

H.  Alford. 


747 


7s.  81. 


CHRIST,  by  heav'nly  hosts  ador'd, 
Gracious,  mighty,  s*ov'reign  Lord, 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things, 
By  the  Church  with  joy  confessed, 
God  o'er  all  forever  blest ; 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
Save  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

2  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain 
Send,  O  Lord,  the  kindly  rain  ; 
O'er  our  wide  and  goodly  land 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand. 
Let  Thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea  : 
Open,  Lord,  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

3  Let  our  rulers  ever  be 

Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained ; 


THANKSGIVING.  573 


In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land. 

H.  Harbaugh. 

748  8s'7s- 

WE  give  Thee  thanks,  O  God,  this  day, 

For  mercies  never  failing  ; 
Thy  love  hath  brought  us  on  our  way, 

For  all  our  wants  availing. 

2  No  less  that  love  hath  met  our  need 

Than  when  the  manna  falling 
Did  day  by  day  Thy  people  feed, 
To  love  and  praises  calling. 

3  The  smitten  rock  poured  forth  of  old 

Its  crystal  waters  gleaming  ; 
And  still  the  same  glad  tale  is  told, 
For  us  the  floods  are  streaming. 

4  The  seasons  come,  the  seasons  go, 

But  each  shall  find  us  singing  : 
For  each  shall  greet  us,  well  we  know, 
New  favors  from  Thee  bringing. 

5  Thro'  endless  years  Thou  art  the  same, 

Thy  mercy  changes  never ; 
Then  blessed  be  Thy  mighty  name 
Forever  and  forever. 

R.  M.  Offord. 

749  L  M 

O  GOD,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea ; 

And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 
With   pray'r   and   psalm  they   worship'd 
Thee. 


574  NATIONAL. 


2  Thou   heard'st,  well  pleased,  the  song,  the 

prayer  : 

Thy  blessing  came  ;   and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward,  through  all  ages,  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  Laws,  freedom,  truth,  and  faith  in  God 

Came  with  those  exiles  o'er  the  waves ; 
And  where  their  pilgrim  feet  have  trod, 
The  God  they  trusted  guards  their  graves. 

4  And  here  Thy  name,  O  God  of  love, 

Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 
Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 
And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

L.  Bacon. 


750 


6,6,6,6,8,8. 


To  THEE  our  God  we  fly 

For  mercy  and  for  grace  ; 
Oh,  hear  our  lowly  cry, 

And  hide  not  Thou  Thy  face. 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

2  Arise,  O  Lord  of  hosts, 

Be  jealous  for  Thy  name, 
And  drive  from  out  our  coasts 

The  sins  that  put  to  shame  : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

3  Thy  best  gifts  from  on  high 

In  rich  abundance  pour, 
That  we  may  magnify 

And  praise  Thee  more  and  more : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 


NATIONAL.  575 


4  The  powers  ordained  by  Thee 

With  heavenly  wisdom  bless ; 
May  they  Thy  servants  be, 

And  rule  in  righteousness  : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

5  The  Church  of  Thy  dear  Son 

Inflame  with  love's  pure  fire ; 
Bind  her  once  more  in  one, 

And  life  and  truth  inspire  : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

6  The  pastors  of  Thy  fold 

With  grace  and  power  endue, 
That  faithful,  pure,  and  bold, 

They  may  be  pastors  true : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

7  Give  peace,  Lord,  in  our  time  ; 

O  let  no  foe  draw  nigh, 
Nor  lawless  deed  of  crime 

Insult  Thy  majesty  : 
O  Lord,  stretch  forth  Thy  mighty  hand, 
And  guard  and  bless  our  Fatherland. 

W.  W.  How. 


751 


6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 


GOD  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Thro'  storm  and  night ! 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might. 


576  NATIONAL. 


2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  Him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  ! 

C.  T.  Brooks.    J.  S.  Dwight. 

752  11,10,11,0. 

GOD  the  all-merciful!   earth  hath  forsaken 
Thy  ways  of    blessedness,    slighted    Thy 
word  ; 

Bid  not  Thy  wrath  in  its  terrors  awaken  ; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

2  God  the  all-righteous   One  !   man  hath  de- 

fied Thee  ; 

Yet  to  eternity  standeth  Thy  word, 
Falsehood  and  wrong  shall  not  tarry  beside 

Thee; 
Give  to  us  peace  in  our  time,  O  Lord. 

3  God    the     all- wise  !    by    the    fire    of    Thy 

chast'ning, 
Earth    shall    to    freedom    and    truth  be 

restored  ; 
Through  the  thick   darkness  Thy  kingdom 

is  hastening  ; 

Thou    wilt    give   peace   in    Thy  time,    O 
Lord. 

4  So  will  Thy  people,  with  thankful  devotion, 

Praise  Him  Who  saved  them  from  peril 

and  sword, 

Shouting  in  chorus  from  ocean  to  ocean, 
Peace  to  the  nations,  and  praise  to   the 
Lord. 

H.  F.  Chorley.    J.  Ellerton. 


NATIONAL.  577 


753 


6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 


MY  country  !  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, x 

Of  thee  I  sing ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring ! 

2  My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  I  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing : 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

754  C-M- 

GREAT  King  of  nations,  hear  our  prayer, 

While  at  Thy  feet  we  fall, 
And  humbly  with  united  cry 

To  Thee  for  mercy  call ; 

19 


578  NATIONAL. 


The  guilt  is  ours,  but  grace  is  Thine, 

O  turn  us  not  away  ; 
But  hear  us  from  Thy  lofty  throne, 

And  help  us  when  we  pray. 

2  Our  fathers'  sins  were  manifold, 

And  ours  no  less  we  own, 
Yet  wondrously  from  age  to  age 

Thy  goodness  hath  been  shown  ; 
When  dangers,  like  a  stormy  sea, 

Beset  our  country  round, 
To  Thee  we  looked,  to  Thee  we  cried, 

And  help  in  Thee  was  found. 

3  With  one  consent  we  meekly  bow 

Beneath  Thy  chastening  hand, 
And,  pouring  forth  confession  meet, 

Mourn  with  our  mourning  land  ; 
With  pitying  eye  behold  our  need, 

As  thus  we  lift  our  prayer; 
Correct  us  with  Thy  judgments,  Lord, 

Then  let  Thy  mercy  spare. 

J.  H.  Gurney. 

755  i*. 

GOD  of  our  fathers,  whose  almighty  hand 
Leads  forth  in  beauty  all  the  starry  band 
Of  shining  worlds  in  splendor  thro'  the 

skies, 
Our     grateful     songs    before    Thy    throne 

arise. 

2  Thy  love  divine  hath  led  us  in  the  past, 
In  this  free  land  by  Thee  our  lot  is  cast ; 
Be   Thou   our  ruler,   guardian,   guide   and 

stay, 
Thy  word    our   law,  Thy  paths  our  chosen 

way. 


FOR  THOSE   AT  SEA.  579 

3  From  war's  alarms,  from  deadly  pestilence, 
Be  Thy  strong  arm  our  ever  sure  defence; 
Thy  true  religion  in  our  hearts  increase, 
Thy    bounteous    goodness    nourish    us    in 

peace. 

4  Refresh  Thy  people  on  their  toilsome  way, 
Lead  us  from  night  to  never-ending  day  ; 
Fill  all  our  lives  with   love  and  grace  di- 
vine, 

And  glory,  laud,  and  praise  be  ever  Thine. 

D.  C.  Roberts. 

756  L.  M.  61. 

ETERNAL  Father !  strong  to  save, 
Whose  arm  doth  bind  the  restless  wave, 
Who  bid'st  the  mighty  ocean  deep 
Its  own  appointed  limits  keep  ; 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea. 

2  O  Saviour,  whose  almighty  word, 

The  winds  and  waves  submissive  heard, 
Who  walkedst  in  the  foaming  deep. 
And  calm  amid  its  rage  didst  sleep ; 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea  ! 

3  O  sacred  Spirit,  who  didst  brood 
Upon  the  chaos  dark  and  rude, 
Who  bad'st  its  angry  tumult  cease, 
And  gavest  light,  and  life,  and  peace ; 
Oh,  hear  us  when  we  cry  to  Thee 
For  those  in  peril  on  the  sea  ! 

4  O  Trinity  of  love  and  power ! 

Our  brethren  shield  in  danger's  hour; 
From  rock  and  tempest,  fire  and  foe, 
Protect  them  wheresoe'er  they  go, 
Thus  ever  let  there  rise  to  Thee 
Glad  hymns  of  praise  from  land  and  sea. 

W.  Whiting. 


580  FOR  THOSE  AT  SEA. 

757  ~°^- 

O  LORD,  be  with  us  when  we  sail 

Upon  the  lonely  deep, 
Our  guard,  when  on  the  silent  deck 

The  nightly  watch  we  keep. 

2  We  need  not  fear,  though  all  around, 

'Mid  rising  winds,  we  hear 

The  multitude  of  waters  surge  ; 

For  Thou,  O  God,  art  near. 

3  The  calm,  the  breeze,  the  gale,  the  storm, 

The  ocean  and  the  land, 
All,  all  are  Thine,  and  held  within 
The  hollow  of  Thy  hand. 

4  As  when  on  blue  Gennesareth 

Rose  high  the  angry  wave, 
And  thy  disciples  quailed  in  dread, 
One  word  of  Thine  could  save  ; 

5  So  when  the  fiercer  storms  arise 

From  man's  unbridled  will, 
Be  Thou,  Lord,  present  in  our  hearts 
To  whisper,  u Peace,  be  still." 

6  Across  this  troubled  tide  of  life 

Thyself  our  pilot  be, 
Until  we  reach  that  better  land, 
The  land  that  knows  no  sea. 

E.  A.  Dayman. 

758  13s' 

WHEN  thro'  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest 
is  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  light- 
ning is  gleaming, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to 
cherish, 

We  fly  to  our  Maker :  —  "  Help,  Lord,  or 
we  perish  ! " 


FLOWER  FESTIVALS.  581 

2  O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the 

billow, 
Aroused   by   the   shriek    of    despair    from 

Thy  pillow, 

Now,  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Help,  Lord,  or 

we  perish ! " 

3  And,  oh,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging, 
When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare 

is  waging, 
Arise   in   Thy  strength,  Thy  redeemed    to 

cherish  ; 
Rebuke  the  destroyer:  "  Help,  Lord,  or  we 

perish !  " 

R.  Heber. 

759  8s, 7s.  81. 

ALL  is  bright  and  cheerful  round  us, 

All  above  is  soft  and  blue ; 
Spring  at  last  hath  come  and  found  us  ; 

Spring  and  all  its  pleasures  too  : 
Every  flower  is  full  of  gladness, 

Dew  is  bright  and  buds  are  gay  ; 
Earth,  with  all  its  sin  and  sadness, 

Seems  a  happy  place  to-day. 

2  If  the  flowers  that  fade  so  quickly, 

If  a  day  that  ends  in  night, 
If  the  skies  that  clouds  so  thickly 

Often  cover  from  our  sight, — 
If  they  all  have  so  much  beauty, 

What  must  be  God's  land  of  rest, 
Where  His  sons  that  do  their  duty, 

After  many  toils  are  blest  ? 

3  There  are  leaves  that  never  wither ; 

There  are  flowers  that  ne'er  decay : 
Nothing  evil  goeth  thither ; 
Nothing  good  is  kept  away. 


682  CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 

They  that  came  from  tribulation, 
Washed    their    robes    and    made    them 
white, 

Out  of  every  tongue  and  nation, 
Now  have  rest,  and  peace,  and  light. 

J.  M.  Neale. 

760  8s'7s- 8L 

HEAVENLY  Father,  send  Thy  blessing 

On  Thy  children  gathered  here, 
May  they  all,  Thy  name  confessing, 

Be  to  Thee  forever  dear  ; 
May  they  be  like  Joseph,  loving, 

Dutiful,  and  chaste,  and  pure  ; 
And  their  faith,  like  David,  proving, 

Steadfast  unto  death  endure. 

2  Holy  Saviour,  who  in  meekness 

Didst  vouchsafe  a  child  to  be, 
Guide  their  steps  and  help  their  weakness, 

Bless  and  make  them  like  to  Thee. 
Bear  Thy  lambs  when  they  are  weary 

In  Thine  arms  and  at  Thy  breast ; 
Through  life's  desert,  dry  and  dreary, 

Bring  them  to  Thy  heavenly  rest. 

3  Spread  Thy  golden  pinions  o'er  them, 

Holy  Spirit  from  above ; 
Guide  them,  lead  them,  go  before  them, 

Give  them  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  : 
Temples  of  Thy  glorious  Godhead, 

May  they  with  Thy  presence  shine, 
And  immortal  bliss  inherit, 

And  for  evermore  be  Thine. 

C.  Wordsworth. 

761  8,6,7,6,7,6,7,6. 

THERE'S  a  Friend  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  Friend  who  never  changes, 

Whose  love  will  never  die ; 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES.  533 

Our  earthly  friends  may  fail  us, 
And  change  with  changing  years  ; 

This  Friend  is  always  worthy 
Of  that  dear  name  He  bears. 

2  There's  a  rest  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Who  love  the  blessed  Saviour, 

And  to  the  Father  cry  ; 
A  rest  from  every  turmoil, 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Where  every  little  pilgrim 

Shall  rest  eternally. 

3  There's  a  home  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  in  glory, 

A  home  of  peace  and  joy ; 
No  home  on  earth  is  like  it, 

Nor  can  with  it  compare  ; 
For  every  one  is  happy, 

Nor  could  be  happier,  there. 

4  There's  a  crown  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  all  who  look  for  Jesus 

Shall  wear  it  by  and  by ; 
A  crown  of  brightest  glory, 

Which  He  will  then  bestow 
On  those  who  found  His  favor 

And  loved  His  name  below. 

5  There's  a  song  for  little  children 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  song  that  will  not  weary, 

Though  sung  continually ; 
A  song  which  even  angels 

Can  never,  never  sing ; 
They  know  not  Christ  as  Saviour, 

But  worship  Him  as  King. 

A.  Midlane. 


684  CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 


762 


ABOVE  the  clear  blue  sky, 

In  Heaven's  bright  abode, 
The  angel  host  on  high 
Sing  praises  to  their  God. 

Alleluia, 

They  love  to  sing 
To  God  their  King  ; 
Alleluia. 

2  But  God  from  infant  tongues 

On  earth  receiveth  praise, 

We  then  our  cheerful  songs 

In  sweet  accord  will  raise. 

Alleluia, 

"We  too  will  sing 
To  God  our  King  ; 
Alleluia. 

3  O  blessed  Lord,  Thy  truth 

To  us  Thy  babes  impart, 
And  teach  us  in  our  youth 
To  know  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Alleluia, 

Then  shall  we  sing, 

To  God  our  King  ; 

Alleluia. 

4  O  may  Thy  holy  word 

Spread  all  the  world  around  : 
And  all  with  one  accord 
Uplift  the  joyful  sound. 

Alleluia, 

All  then  shall  sing 

To  God  their  King  ; 

Alleluia. 

J.  Chandler. 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 


763 


6s,  5s. 


JESUS,  meek  and  gentle, 

Son  of  God  most  high, 
Pitying,  loving  Saviour, 

Hear  Thy  children's  cry. 

2  Pardon  our  offences, 

Loose  our  captive  chains, 
Break  down  every  idol 
Which  our  soul  detains. 

3  Give  us  holy  freedom, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
Draw  us,  holy  Jesus, 
To  the  realms  above. 

4  Lead  us  on  our  journey, 

Be  Thyself  the  way 
Through  terrestrial  darkness 
To  celestial  day. 

5  Jesus,  meek  and  gentle, 

Son  of  God  most  high, 
Pitying,  loving  Saviour, 
Hear  Thy  children's  cry. 

G.  R.  Prynne. 

764  8s'7s- 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me  ; 

Bless  Thy  little  lamb  to-night  ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  me ; 

Keep  me  safe  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  me, 
And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care  ; 
Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warmed  and  fed  me  ; 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer ! 


686  CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well : 
Take  us  all  at  last  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 

Mary  L,  Duncan. 
765  8,4,8,4,8,8,8,4 

COME,  let  us  all  unite  and  sing, 

"God  is  love." 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  their  praises  bring  : 

"  God  is  love  ;" 
Let  every  soul  from  sin  awake, 
Each  in  his  heart  sweet  music  make, 
And  sweetly  sing  for  Jesus'  sake, 

"  God  is  love." 

2  O  tell  to  earth's  remotest  bound 

"God  is  love!" 
In  Christ  is  full  redemption  found  : 

God  is  love, 

His  blood  can  cleanse  our  sins  away ; 
His  Spirit  turns  our  night  to  day, 
And  leads  our  soul  with  joy  to  say, 

uGod  is  love." 

3  What  though   our  heart  and   flesh  should 

fail: 

God  is  love, 

Through    Christ  we  shall   o'er   death   pre- 
vail : 

God  is  love. 

In  Jordan's  swell  we  need  not  fear, 
For  Jesus  will  be  with  us  there 
Our  souls  above  the  waves  to  bear : 
God  is  love. 

4  In  heaven  we  shall  sing  again, 

"God  is  love," 

Yes,  this  shall  be  our  noblest  strain, 
"God  is  love." 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES.  537 

While  endless  ages  roll  along, 
In  concert  with  the  heav'nly  throng, 
This  still  shall  be  our  sweetest  song, 
"God  is  love." 

C.  R.  Hurditch. 

JQQ  6s,  5s.    81.     With  Kef  rain. 

JESUS,  King  of  Glory, 

Thron'd  above  the  sky, 
Jesus,  tender  Saviour, 

Hear  Thy  children  cry. 
Pardon  our  transgressions, 

Cleanse  us  from  our  sin  ; 
By  Thy  Spirit  help  us 

Heav'nly  life  to  win. 

REFRAIN. — Jesus,  King  of  Glory, 

Thron'd  above  the  sky, 
Jesus,  tender  Saviour, 
Hear  Thy  children  cry. 

2  On  this  day  of  gladness, 

Bending  low  the  knee 
In  Thine  earthly  temple, 

Lord,  we  worship  Thee ; 
Celebrate  Thy  goodness, 

Mercy,  grace,  and  truth, 
All  Thy  loving  guidance 

Of  our  heedless  youth.  — JRef. 

3  For  the  little  children, 

Who  have  come  to  Thee  ; 
For  the  glad,  bright  spirits 

Who  Thy  glory  see  ; 
For  the  loved  ones  resting 

In  Thy  dear  embrace  ; 
For  the  pure  and  holy 

Who  behold  Thy  face,  —  Ref. 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 


4  For  Thy  faithful  servants 

Who  have  entered  in  ; 
For  Thy  fearless  soldiers 

Who  have  conquered  sin  ; 
For  the  countless  legions 

Who  have  followed  Thee, 
Heedless  of  the  danger, 

On  to  victory  ;  —  Ref. 

5  When  the  shadows  lengthen, 

Show  us,  Lord,  Thy  way ; 
Through  the  darkness  lead  us 

To  the  heavenly  day. 
When  our  course  is  finished, 

Ended  all  the  strife, 
Grant  us  with  the  faithful, 

Palms  and  crowns  of  life.  —  Ref. 
E.  Harland. 

767  6,6,6,6,8,8. 

HUSHED  was  the  evening  hymn, 
The  temple  courts  were  dark ; 
The  lamp  was  burning  dim 

Before  the  sacred  ark  ; 
When  suddenly  a  voice  divine 
Rang  thro'  the  silence  of  the  shrine. 

2  The  old  man,  meek  and  mild, 

The  priest  of  Israel;  slept ; 
His  watch  the  temple-child, 

The  little  Levite,  kept ; 
And  what  from  Eli's  sense  was  sealed, 
The  Lord  to  Hannah's  son  revealed. 

3  Oh !  give  me  Samuel's  ear, 

The  open  ear,  O  Lord, 
Alive  and  quick  to  hear 

Each  whisper  of  Thy  word, 
Like  him  to  answer  at  Thy  call, 
And  to  obey  Thee  first  of  all. 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES  (processional).      589 

4  Oh  !  give  me  Samuel's  heart, 

A  lowly  heart  that  waits, 
Where  in  Thy  house  Thou  art, 

Or  watches  at  Thy  gates 
By  day  and  night,  a  heart  that  still 
Moves  at  the  breathing  of  Thy  will. 

5  Oh  !  give  me  Samuel's  mind, 

A  sweet  unmurmuring  faith, 
Obedient  and  resigned 

To  Thee  in  life  and  death, 
That  I  may  read  with  childlike  eyes 
Truths  that  are  hidden  from  the  wise. 

J.  D.  Burns. 


768 


s,5s.  81. 


BRIGHTLY  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  on  Christ's  soldiers 

To  their  home  on  high. 
Marching  thro'  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
Still  with  hearts  united 
Singing  on  our  way. 
REFRAIN  —  Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  on  Christ's  soldiers 
To  their  home  on  high. 

2  Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  Thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  Thy  children  meet : 
Often  have  we  left  Thee, 

Often  gone  astray  ; 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way.  —  Ref. 


590  CHILDREN'S   SERVICES. 

3  All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe : 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon,  Lord,  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. — Ref. 

4  Then  with  saints  and  angels 

May  we  join  above, 
Offering  prayers  and  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love  ; 
When  the  toil  is  over, 

Then  come  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus  in  His  beauty, 

Songs  that  never  cease. — Ref. 

T.  J.  Potter. 
769  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

GOD  Almighty,  in  Thy  temple 
Low  before  Thy  throne  we  bow ; 

From  Thy  dwelling-place  in  glory 
Hear  our  supplications  now, 

While  we  offer 
Earnest  pray'r  and  solemn  vow. 

2  Christ  our  Saviour,  Thou  who  carest 

For  the  youngest  of  Thy  fold, 
Give  us  now  Thy  heavenly  blessing, 
As  Thou  didst  in  days  of  old ; 

Priceless  treasure, 
Richer  far  than  gems  or  gold. 

3  God  the  Holy  Ghost,  be  near  us ; 

Ever  dwell  our  hearts  within  ; 
Keep  them  pure,  and  brave,  and  earnest, 
Give  us  grace  to  conquer  sin, 

And,  through  Jesus, 
Heaven's  eternal  crown  to  win. 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES.  591 

4  Holy  Trinity,  defend  us 

In  a  world  with  evil  rife ; 
Let  Thine  angel-guards  surround  us 
In  each  sore  and  bitter  strife  : 

O  preserve  us 
Unto  everlasting  life  ! 

H.  H.  Baynes. 

770  8,7,8,7,4,7. 

SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  Thy  tender  care  ; 

In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us ; 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare  : 

Blessed  Jesus  !  Blessed  Jesus ! 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  Thine  ;  do  Thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way ; 
Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray  : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Hear  the  children,  when  they  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free  : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Early  let  us  turn  to  Thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor  ; 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill : 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 

Anon.  c. 


692          CHILDREN'S  SERVICES  (nativity). 

771  C.  M.     With  Refrain. 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 

Thousands  of  children  stand, 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 
Singing,  "Glory,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high." 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light 
And  joys  that  never  fade, 
Singing,  "Glory  be  to  God  on  high." 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  ; 
How  came  those  children  there, 
Singing,  "Glory  be  to  God  on  high?1' 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean, 
Singing,  "Glory  be  to  God  on  high." 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  His  name ; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

Singing,  "Glory  be  to  God  on  high." 
Anne  H.  Shepherd. 

772  p- M- 

HOLY  night !  peaceful  night  ! 
Through  the  darkness  beams  a  light, 
Holy  night !  peaceful  night ! 
Through  the  darkness  beams  a  light, 
Through  the  darkness  beams  a  light, 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 


Yonder,  where  they  sweet  vigils  keep 
O'er  the  Babe  who,  in  silent  sleep, 

Rests  in  heavenly  peace, 

Rests  in  heavenly  peace. 

2  Silent  night !  holiest  night ! 
Darkness  flies,  and  all  is  light ! 
Shepherds  hear  the  angels  sing : 
"Alleluia!  hail  the  King! 

Jesus  the  Saviour  is  here !  " 

3  Holiest  night !  peaceful  night ! 
Child  of  heaven,  oh,  how  bright ! 

Thou  didst  smile  when  Thou  wast  born  ; 
Blessed  was  that  happy  morn, 
Full  of  heavenly  joy. 

4  Silent  night !  holiest  night ! 
Guiding  Star,  O  lend  thy  light ! 
See  the  eastern  wise  men  bring 
Gifts  and  homage  to  our  King  ! 

Jesus  the  Saviour  is  here  ! 

5  Silent  night !  holiest  night ! 
Wondrous  Star,  O  lend  thy  light  ! 
With  the  angels  let  us  sing 
Alleluia  to  our  king ! 

Jesus  our  Saviour  is  here ! 

J.  Mohr. 

773  11,8,11,9.     Irregular. 

I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of 

old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  He  called  little  children  as  lambs  to 

His  fold, 

I   should  like  to  have  been  with  them 
then. 


594  CHILDREN'S  SERVICES. 

2  I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on 

my  head, 
That  His  arm  had  been  thrown  around 

me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look 

when  He  said, 
"Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 

3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may 

go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  of  His  love ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above, 

4  In   that   beautiful   place   He   has   gone   to 

prepare 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  : 
And  many  dear  children  shall  be  with  Him 

there, 
For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

5  But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander 

and  fall, 
Never  heard  of  that  heavenly  home, 

1  wish  they  could  know  there  is  room  for 

them  all, 

And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 

Jemima  Luke. 

774  c.  M. 

DEAR  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side, 
•  How  loving  Thou  must  be, 
To  leave  Thy  home  in  heav'n  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me. 

2  I  cannot  feel  Thee  touch  my  hand, 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me  as  my  mother  did, 
When  I  was  but  a  child  : 


CHILDREN'S  SERVICES.  595 

3  But  I  have  felt  Thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Rebuking  sin  for  me  ; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 
The  sweetness  is  from  Thee. 

4  And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down, 

Morning  and  night  to  prayer, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 
Which  tells  me  Thou  art  there. 

5  Yes,  when  I  pray,  Thou  prayest  too : 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me ; 
But  when  I  sleep,  Thou  sleepest  not, 
But  watchest  patiently. 

F.  W.  Faber. 


775 


7s. 


LORD,  this  day  Thy  children  meet 
In  Thy  courts  with  willing  feet ; 
Unto  Thee  this  day  they  raise 
Grateful  hearts  in  hymns  of  praise. 

2  Not  alone  the  day  of  rest 

With  Thy  worship  shall  be  blest : 
In  our  pleasure  and  our  glee, 
Lord,  we  would  remember  Thee. 

3  Help  us  unto  Thee  to  pray, 
Hallowing  our  happy  day  ; 
From  Thy  presence  thus  to  win 
Hearts  all  pure,  and  free  from  sin. 

4  All  our  pleasures  here  below, 
Saviour,  from  Thy  mercy  flow  : 
But  if  earth  has  joys  like  this, 
What  shall  be  our  heavenly  bliss ! 

5  Make,  O  Lord,  our  childhood  shine 
With  all  lowly  grace,  like  Thine  : 
Then  through  all  eternity 

We  shall  live  in  heaven  with  Thee. 

W.  W.  Saw. 


5%  ETERNAL  LIFE. 


776  C.  M.  81. 

THE  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 

The  brightness  of  the  day, 
The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky, 

How  fast  they  fade  away : 
Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven ! 

Oh,  for  the  golden  floor ! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  righteousness 

That  setteth  nevermore  ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  fast  they  tire  and  faint ; 
How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ; 
Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins, 

Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white, 
Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 

Nor  weary  day  or  night  ! 

3  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher ; 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace, 

Beyond  our  best  desire  : 
Oh,  by  Thy  love  and  anguish,  Lord  ! 

Oh  by  Thy  life  laid  down ! 
Oh,  that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  grace, 

Nor  cast  away  our  crown  ! 

Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander. 


777 


.8,6,8,6,6,6,6,6. 


O  PARADISE,  O  Paradise, 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest? 
Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  they  that  loved  are  blest ; 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture,  thro'  and  thro1, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight? 


ETERNAL  LIFE. 


2  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

The  world  is  growing  old  ; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

3  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

'T  is  weary  waiting  here  ; 
I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near ; 
Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

4  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  want  to  sin  no  more, 
I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 
As-  on  Thy  spotless  shore  ; 
Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

5  O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
The  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
Is  destining  for  me  ; 

Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  King  of  Paradise, 

Oh,  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfect  rest  above, 

Where  loyal  hearts,  etc. 

F.  W.  Faber.    H.  A.  &  M. 


778 


8s,  7s.  61. 


ALLELUIA,  song  of  sweetness, 
Voice  of  joy  that  cannot  die  ; 

Alleluia  is  the  anthem 
Ever  dear  to  choirs  on  high  ; 

In  the  house  of  God  abiding 
Thus  they  sing  eternally. 


598  ETERNAL  LIFE. 


2  Alleluia  thou  resoundest, 

True  Jerusalem  and  free  ; 
Alleluia,  joyful  mother, 

All  thy  children  sing  with  thee; 
But  by  Babylon's  sad  waters 

Mourning  exiles  now  are  we. 

3  Alleluia  cannot  always 

Be  our  song  while  here  below ; 

Alleluia  our  trangressions 
Make  us  for  a  while  forego ; 

For  the  solemn  time  is  coming 
When  our  tears  for  sin  must  flow. 

4  Therefore  in  our  hymns  we  pray  Thee, 

Grant  us,  blessed  Trinity, 
At  the  last  to  see  Thy  glory 

In  our  home  beyond  the  sky ; 
There  to  Thee  forever  singing 

Alleluia  joyfully. 
Anon.  (Latin,  llth  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale.     H.  A.  &  M. 

779  8s,  7s.   61. 

BLESSED  city,  heavenly  Salem, 
Vision  dear  of  peace  and  love, 

Who,  of  living  stones  upbuilded, 
Art  the  joy  of  heaven  above, 

And,  with  angel  hosts  encircled, 
As  a  bride  to  earth  dost  move. 

2  From  celestial  realms  descending, 

Bridal  glory  round  thee  shed, 
Meet  for  Him  whose  love  espoused  thee, 

To  thy  Lord  shalt  thou  be  led  ; 
All  thy  streets,  and  all  thy  bulwarks 

Of  pure  gold  are  fashioned. 

3  Bright  thy  gates  of  pearl  are  shining, 

They  are  open  evermore  ; 


ETERNAL  LIFE. 


And  by  virtue  of  His  merits 
Thither  faithful  souls  may  soar. 

Who  for  Christ's  dear  name,  in  this  world 
Pain  and  tribulation  bore. 

4  Many  a  blow  and  biting  sculpture 

Polished  well  those  stones  elect, 
In  their  places  now  compacted 

By  the  heavenly  architect, 
"Who  therewith  hath  willed  for  ever 

That  His  palace  should  be  decked. 

5  Laud  and  honor  to  the  Father, 

Laud  and  honor  to  the  Son, 
Laud  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three,  and  ever  One, 
Consubstantial,  co-eternal, 

While  unending  ages  run. 

Anon.  (Latin,  c.  6th  or  7th  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  NtaU. 
(Part  II.  of  this  hymn  is  "  Christ  is  made  the  sure  founda- 
tion,11 No.  731.) 

8s,  7s.  81. 


780 

HEAR  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken ; 

u  O  my  people,  faint  and  few, 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken, 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you  ; 
Thorns  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways  ; 
You  shall  name  your  walls  Salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  Praise. 

2  "There,  like  streams  that  feed  the  garden, 

Pleasures  without  end  shall  flow ; 
For  the  Lord,  your  faith  rewarding, 

All  His  bounty  shall  bestow : 
Still  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression, 

Hear  the  voice  of  war  again. 


600  ETERNAL   LIFE. 


3  "  Ye  no  more  your  suns  descending, 
Waning  moons  no  more,  shall  see  ; 
But,  your  griefs  forever  ending, 

Find  eternal  noon  in  Me  : 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 
God,  your  everlasting  light." 

W.  Cowper. 

781  8s.7s-  si. 

HARK  !  the  sound  of  holy  voices, 

Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Alleluia,  Alleluia, 

Alleluia,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Multitude  which  none  can  number, 

Like  the  stars  in  glory  stands, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Palms  of  vict'ry  in  their  hands. 

2  Patriarch,  and  holy  prophet, 

Who  prepared  the  way  for  Christ, 
King,  apostle,  saint,  confessor, 

Martyr  and  evangelist ; 
Saintly  maiden,  godly  matron, 

Widows  who  have  watched  to  prayer, 
Joined  in  holy  concert,  singing 

To  the  Lord  of  all,  are  there. 

3  Marching  with  Thy  cross,  their  banner, 

They  have  triumphed,  following 
Thee,  the  Captain  of  salvation, 

Thee,  their  Saviour  and  their  King. 
Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered  ; 

Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died  ; 
And  by  death  to  life  immortal 

They  were  born  and  glorified. 


ETERNAL   LIFE.  601 


4  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 
Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 

Holy  bliss  and  infinite  : 
Love  and  peace  they  taste  for  ever, 
And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 
Of  the  blessed  Trinity. 

C.  Word, 

782 


C.  M. 


How  BRIGHT  these  glorious  spirits  shine  : 
Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 

How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 
Of  everlasting  day  ? 

2  Lo.  these  are  they  from  sufferings  great, 
.  Who  came  to  realms  of  light, 

And  in  the  blood  of  Christ  have  washed 
Those  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

3  Now  with  triumphal  palms  they  stand 

Before  the  throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love,  amidst 
The  glories  of  the  sky. 

4  His  presence  fills  each  heart  with  joy 

Tunes  every  mouth  to  sing ; 
By  day,  by  night,  the  sacred  courts 
With  glad  Hosannas  ring. 

5  Hunger  and  thirst  are  felt  no  more, 

Nor  suns  with  scorching  ray  ; 
God  is  their  Sun,  whose  cheering  beams 
Diffuse  eternal  day. 

6  The  Lamb  which  dwells  amidst  the  throne 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside ; 
Feed  them  with  nourishment  divine, 
And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 


ETERNAL   LIFE. 


7  'Mong  pastures  green  He'll  lead  His  flock 

Where  living  streams  appear ; 
And  God  the  Lord  from  every  eye 
Shall  wipe  off  every  tear. 

I.  Watts.    Scottish  Drafts  Trs.  &  Paraphs.     W.  Camewn. 

7,6,8,6.     81. 


783 

TEN  thousand  times  ten  thousand 

In  sparkling  raiment  bright, 
The  armies  of  the  ransomed  saints 

Throng  up  the  steeps  of  light  : 
'T  is  finished  !   all  is  finished, 

Their  fight  with  death  and  sin : 
Fling  open  wide  the  golden  gates, 

And  let  the  victors  in. 

2  What  rush  of  alleluias 

Fills  all  the  earth  and  sky ! 
What  ringing  of  a  thousand  harps 

Bespeaks  the  triumph  nigh  ! 
Oh,  day,  for  which  creation 

And  all  its  tribes  were  made  ; 
Oh,  joy,  for  all  its  former  woes 

A  thousand-fold  repaid! 

3  Oh,  then  what  raptured  greetings 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ; 
What  knitting  severed  friendships  up, 

Where  partings  are  no  more  ! 
Then  eyes  with  joy  shall  sparkle 

That  brimmed  with  tears  of  late  ; 
Orphans  no  longer  fatherless, 

Nor  widows  desolate. 

4  Bring  near  Thy  great  salvation, 

Thou  Lamb  for  sinners  slain  ; 
Fill  up  the  roll  of  Thine  elect, 
Then  take  Thy  power,  and  reign  : 


ETERNAL  LIFE. 


Appear,  Desire  of  nations, 

Thine  exiles  long  for  home  ; 
Show  in  the  heav'ns  Thy  promised  sign ; 

Thou  Prince  and  Saviour,  come  ! 

H.  Alf&rd. 

784  s  M- 

' '  FOREVER  with  the  Lord  ! " 

Amen  !   so  let  it  be  ! 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'T  is  immortality  ! 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high/ 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near 
At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  Ah  !   then  my  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above  ! 

5  "Forever  with  the  Lord!" 

Father,  if  't  is  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 
E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

6  Be  Thou  at  my  right  hand, 

Then  can  I  never  fail  ; 
Uphold  Thou  me,  and  I  shall  stand ; 
Fight,  and  I  must  prevail. 

7  So  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain, 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 


604  ETERNAL   LIFE. 


8  Knowing  as  I  am  known, 

How  shall  I  love  that  word, 
And  oft  repeat,  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

J.  Montgomery. 

785  6s,5s.   81. 

THOSE  eternal  bowers 

Man  hath  never  trod, 
Those  unfading  flowers 

Round  the  throne  of  God  : 
Who  may  hope  to  gain  them 

After  weary  fight? 
Who  at  length  attain  them, 

Clad  in  robes  of  white? 

2  He  who  wakes  from  slumber 

At  the  Spirit's  voice, 
Daring  here  to  number 

Things  unseen  his  choice  : 
He  who  casts  his  burden 

Down  at  Jesus'  cross ; 
Christ's  reproach  his  guerdon, 

All  beside  but  loss. 

3  He  who  gladly  barters 

All  on  earthly  ground  ; 
He  who,  like  the  martyrs, 

Says,  ' '  I  will  be  crowned  :  " 
He  whose  one  oblation 

Is  a  life  of  love, 
Knit  in  God's  salvation 

To  the  blest  above. 

4  Shame  upon  you,  legions 

Of  the  heavenly  King, 
Citizens  of  regions 
Past  imagining ! 


HEAVEN.  606 


What,  with  pipe  and  tabor 

Dream  away  the  light ! 
When  He  bids  your  labor, 

When  He  tells  you,  "Fight"? 

5  Jesus,  Lord  of  glory, 

As  we  breast  the  tide, 
Whisper  Thou  the  story 

Of  the  other  side ; 
Where  the  saints  are  casting 

Crowns,  before  Thy  feet, 
Safe  for  everlasting, 
In  Thyself  complete. 

John  of  Damascus.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

786  7s'6s- 8L 

PART   I. 

THE  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late : 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  ;  — 
The  Judge  that  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  that  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 

2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead ; 
To  the  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  nor  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

3  O  home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 
Who  here  as  exiles  mourn : 


606  HEAVEN. 


'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 
Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 

The  beatific  vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

4  O  happy,  holy  portion, 

Refection  for  the  blest, 
True  vision  of  true  beauty, 

Sweet  cure  of  all  distrest ! 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory, 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light ; 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight. 

5  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  12th  Cent.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

787  7s,6s.  81. 

PART   II. 

BRIEF  life  is  here  our  portion ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
O  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest  ! 

2  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 
And  passionless  renown  ; 


HEAVEN.  607 


And  now  we  watch  and  struggle, 
And  now  we  live  in  hope, 

And  Zion  in  her  anguish, 
With  Babylon  must  cope  ; 

3  But  He,  whom  now  we  trust  in, 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 
And  there  is  David's  fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow  ; 
And  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  The  morning  shall  awaken, 

And  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day  ; 
Yes  !  God  my  King  and  portion, 

In  fullness  of  His  grace, 
We  then  shall  see  for  ever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

5  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect  ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect  ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest  ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  mh  Cent.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


788 


PART   III. 

FOR  thee,  0  dear,  dear  country, 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 

For  very  love,  beholding 
Thy  happy  name,  they  weep  : 


HEAVEN. 


The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  O  one,  O  only  mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  joy ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 
With  jaspers  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze, 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays ; 

Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
The  saints  build  up  thy  fabric, 

And  the  Corner-stone  is  Christ. 
The  cross  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  Fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

5  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  12th  Cent.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


HEAVEN. 


789  7s'6s- 8L 

PART  IV. 

JERUSALEM  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest ; 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not. 

What  joy  awaits  us  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory  ! 

What  bliss  beyond  compare  ! 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All- jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng : 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David,  — 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they,  who  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 
Bernard  of  Cluny,  12th  Cent.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

20 


610  HEAVEN. 


7QO  ?S,6s.  81. 

PART   V. 

JERUSALEM  the  glorious ! 
The  glory  of  th'  elect ! 

0  dear  and  future  vision 
That  eager  hearts  expect ; 

E'en  now  by  faith  I  see  thee  : 
E'en  here  thy  walls  discern  : 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 
And  strive,  and  pant,  and  yearn. 

2  Oh,  none  can  tell  thy  bulwarks, 

How  gloriously  they  rise  : 
Oh,  none  can  tell  thy  capitals 

Of  beautiful  device  : 
Thy  loveliness  oppresses 

All  human  thought  and  heart : 
And  none,  O  Peace,  O  Zion, 

Can  sing  thee  as  thou  art. 

3  Jerusalem,  exulting 

On  that  securest  shore, 

1  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 
And  love  thee  evermore  ! 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  ever  see  thy  face  ? 
0  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  ever  win  thy  grace  ? 

4  I  have  the  hope  within  me 

To  comfort  and  to  bless ! 
Shall  I  ever  win  the  prize  itself  ? 

O  tell  me,  tell  me,  yes  ! 
Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part ; 
His  only,  His  forever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art  ! 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  12th  Cent.     Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


HEAVEN.  611 


791 


7s,  6s.  81. 


A  PILGRIM  and  a  stranger, 

I  journey  here  below ; 
Far  distant  is  my  country, 

The  home  to  which  I  go. 
Here  I  must  toil  and  travel, 

Oft  weary  and  oppressed, 
But  there  my  God  shall  lead  me 

To  everlasting  rest. 

2  It  is  a  well-worn  pathway,  — 

Many  have  gone  before ; 
The  holy  saints  and  prophets, 

The  patriarchs  of  yore  ; 
They  trod  the  toilsome  journey 

In  patience  and  in  faith  : 
And  them  I  fain  would  follow, 

Like  them  in  life  and  death. 

3  So  I  must  hasten  forwards,  — 

For  soon  the  end  will  come. 
This  land  of  my  sojourning 

Is  not  my  destined  home  ; 
That  evermore  abideth, 

Jerusalem  above, 
The  everlasting  city, 

The  land  of  light  and  love. 

4  There  still  my  thoughts  are  dwelling, 

T  is  there  I  long  to  be ! 
Come,  Lord,  and  call  Thy  servant 

To  blessedness  with  Thee. 
Come,  bid  my  toils  be  ended  ; 

Let  all  my  wanderings  cease, 
Call  from  the  wayside  lodging 

To  the  sweet  home  of  peace. 

Paul  Gerhardt.     Tr.  J.  Borthwick. 


612  HEAVEN. 


792 


7s,  6s.  81. 


THERE  is  a  land  immortal, 

The  beautiful  of  lands  ; 
Beside  its  ancient  portal 

A  silent  sentry  stands  ; 
He  only  can  undo  it, 

And  open  wide  the  door  ; 
And  mortals  who  pass  through  it 

Are  mortal  nevermore. 

2  Though  dark  and  drear  the  passage 

That  leadeth  to  the  gate, 
Yet  grace  attends  the  message, 

To  souls  that  watch  and  wait : 
And  at  the  time  appointed 

A  messenger  comes  do\vn, 
And  guides  the  Lord's  anointed 

From  cross  to  glory's  crown. 

3  Their  sighs  are  lost  in  singing, 

They're  blessed  in  their  tears  ; 
Their  journey  heavenward  winging, 

They  leave  on  earth  their  fears  : 
Death  like  an  angel  seemeth  ; 

"We  welcome  thee,"  they  cry  ; 
Their  face  with  glory  beameth  — 

'T  is  life  for  them  to  die  ! 

T.  MacKellar. 

793  8,8,7,8,8,7. 

UPWARD  where  the  stars  are  burning, 
Silent,  silent  in  their  turning 

Round  the  never  changing  pole  ; 
Upward  where  the  sky  is  brightest, 
Upward  where  the  blue  is  lightest. 

Lift  I  ntiw  my  longing  soul. 


HEAVEN.  613 


2  Far  above  that  arch  of  gladness, 
Far  beyond  these  clouds  of  sadness, 

Are  the  many  mansions  fair. 
Far  from  pain  and  sin  and  folly, 
In  that  palace  of  the  holy, 

I  would  find  my  mansion  there. 

3  Where  the  glory  brightly  dwelleth, 
Where  the  new  song  sweetly  swelleth, 

And  the  discord  never  comes ; 
Where  life's  stream  is  ever  laving, 
And  the  palm  is  ever  waving, 

That  must  be  the  home  of  homes. 

4  Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated, 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Son  of  Man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him  ; 

With  His  name  the  palace  rings. 

5  Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 

Lay  we  at  His  blessed  feet: 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  His  throne  we  meet. 

H.  Sonar. 

794  c- M- 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When    shall   these    eyes    thy    heaven-built 

walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ; 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 


614  HEAVEN. 


3  O  when,  thou  City  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 
Anon,  (ascribed   to  J.  Montgomery),  Eckington   Coll. 
(based  on  "  F.  £.  P."  in  MSS.  of  16th  or  17th  Cent.). 

795  o.  M.  si. 

O  MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 
O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 

No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

2  No  murky  cloud  overshadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun ; 

For  God  Himself  gives  light. 
O  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem, 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  thy  throne 

In  His  felicity  ? 


HEAVEN.  615 


3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  are  green, 
Where    grow    such    sweet    and    pleasant 

As  nowhere  else  are  seen.  [flowers 

.    Right  through  thy  streets,  with  silver  sound, 

The  living  waters  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 

The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

4  Those  trees  for  evermore  bear  fruit, 

And  evermore  do  spring  : 
There  evermore  the  angels  are, 

And  evermore  do  sing. 
Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Would  God  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 
Thy  joys  that  I  might  see ! 

D.  Dickson. 
(Founded  on  "  F.  B.  P."  MSS.  16th  or  17th  Cent.) 

8,6,8,8,6. 


796 

THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  giv'n ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  ev'ry  wounded  breast, 
'T  is  found  above,  in  heav'n. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 


616  HEAVEN. 


4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

W.  B.  Tappan. 

797  a  M- 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  Bright  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

3  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 
And  linger,  trembling  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

4  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  faith's  illumined  eyes  : 

5  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

/.  Watts. 

798  7,6,7,6,8,6,8,6. 

IN  exile  here  we  wander, 

In  heaven  is  our  abode, — '- 
The  city  of  the  angels, 

The  city  of  our  God. 


HEAVEN.  617 


And  here  we  toil,  and  strive,  and  fight, 
With  sin  and  woe  opprest  ; 

There  God  will  give  the  sons  of  light 
Eternal  joy  and  rest. 

2  Through  many  sore  temptations, 

By  many  sorrows  torn, 
We  strive  to  win  the  glory  ; 

Our  many  falls  we  mourn. 
But  faith  holds  out  the  vision  bright 

Of  our  eternal  home  ; 
And  hope  assures  that  realm  of  light, 

When  we  have  overcome. 

3  Jesus,  our  joy  and  gladness, 

To  Thee  for  aid  we  flee  ; 
Give  tears  of  true  contrition  ; 

Our  souls  from  guilt  set  free  : — 
And  we  shall  rise  in  that  great  day 

In  bodies  like  to  Thine, 
And  with  Thy  saints,  in  bright  array, 

Shall  in  Thy  glory  shine. 

4  There  we,  as  children  dwelling, 

Who  here  as  exiles  groan, 
God's  praises  shall  be  telling 

Before  His  glorious  throne  ; 
There  in  our  endless  home  shall  rest 

From  strife  and  sorrow  free, 
And  join  the  anthem  of  the  blest 

For  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

W.  Cooke. 


799 


8s,  7s.  61. 


LIGHT'S  abode,  celestial  Salem, 

Vision  whence  true  peace  doth  spring, 
Brighter  than  the  heart  can  fancy, 

Mansion  of  the  highest  King ; 
Oh,  how  glorious  are  the  praises 

Which  of  thee  the  prophets  sing  ! 


618  HEAVEN. 


2  There  forever  and  forever 

Alleluia  is  outpoured  ; 
For  unending,  for  unbroken, 

Is  the  feast-day  of  the  Lord  ; 
All  is  pure  and  all  is  holy 

That  within  thy  walls  is  stored. 

3  There  no  cloud  nor  passing  vapor 

Dims  the  brightness  of  the  air ; 
Endless  noon-day,  glorious  noon-day, 

From  the  Sun  of  suns  is  there  ; 
There  no  night  brings  rest  from  labor, 

For  unknown  are  toil  and  care. 

4  Oh,  how  glorious  and  resplendent, 

Fragile  .body,  shalt  thou  be, 
When  endued  with  so  much  beauty, 

Full  of  health,  and  strong,  and  free, 
Full  of  vigor,  full  of  pleasure 

That  shall  last  eternally ! 

5  Now  with  gladness,  now  with  courage, 

Bear  the  burden  on  thee  laid, 
That  hereafter  these  thy  labors 

May  with  endless  gifts  be  paid, 
And  in  everlasting  glory 

Thou  with  brightness  be  arrayed. 

Anon.  (Latin,  15th  Cent.)    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 

800  10s 

OH,  what  the  joy  and  the  glory  must  be, 
Those   endless   Sabbaths   the   blessed    ones 

see  ! 

Crown  for  the  valiant,  to  weary  ones  rest ; 
God  shall  be  all,  and  in  all  ever  blest. 

2  What  are  the  Monarch,  His  court,  and  His 

throne  ? 

What  are  the  peace  and  the  joy  that  they 
own? 


HEAVEN.  619 


Oh,  that  the  blest  ones,  who   in   it   have 

share, 
All  that  they  feel  could  as  fully  declare ! 

3  Truly  Jerusalem  name  we  that  shore, 
Vision  of  peace,  that  brings  joy  evermore  ; 
Wish  and  fulfilment  can  severed  be  ne'er, 
Nor  the  thing  prayed  for  come  short    of 

the  prayer. 

4  There,  where   no   troubles   distraction    can 

bring, 

We  the  sweet  anthems  of  Zion  shall  sing; 
While  for  Thy  grace,  Lord,  their  voices  of 

praise 
Thy  blessed  people  eternally  raise. 

5  There   dawns   no   Sabbath,  no   Sabbath   is 

o'er, 

Those  Sabbath-keepers  have  one  evermore ; 
One  and  unending  is  that  triumph-song 
Which  to  the  angels  and  us  shall  belong. 

6  Now,  in  the  meanwhile,  with  hearts  raised 

on  high, 
We  for  that  country  must  yearn  and  must 

sigh; 

Seeking  Jerusalem,  dear  native  land, 
Through  our  long  exile  on  Babylon's  strand. 

7  Low  before  Him  with  our  praises  we  fall, 
Of    Whom,    and    in    Whom,    and    through 

Whom  are  all ; 
Of  Whom,  the  Father ;  and  in  Whom,  the 

Son; 
Through  Whom,  the  Spirit,  with  Them  ever 

One. 

P.  Abelard,  nth  Cent.    Tr.  J.  M.  Neale. 


620  THE   BURIAL  OF  THE   DEAD. 

801  4s'6s  81- 

SLEEP  thy  last  sleep, 

Free  from  care  and  sorrow  ; 
Rest,  where  none  weep, 

Till  th'  eternal  morrow  ; 
Though  dark  waves  roll 

O'er  the  silent  river, 
Thy  fainting  soul 

Jesus  can  deliver. 

2  Life's  dream  is  past, 

All  its  sin  and  sadness ; 
Brightly  at  last 

Dawns  a  day  of  gladness : 
Under  the  sod, 

Earth,  receive  our  treasure, 
To  rest  in  God, 

Waiting  all  His  pleasure. 

3  Though  we  may  mourn 

Those  in  life  the  dearest, 
They  shall  return, 

Christ,  when  thou  appearest : 
Soon  shall  Thy  voice 

Comfort  those  now  weeping, 
Bidding  rejoice 

All  in  Jesus  sleeping. 

E.  A.  Dayman. 

802  L  M 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 
That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 


THE  BURIAL  OF  THE   DEAD  (for  a  child).      621 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  M.  Mackay. 

803  7'7'4 

LET  no  tears  to-day  be  shed ; 
Holy  is  this  narrow  bed. 
Alleluia ! 

2  Not  salvation  hardly  won, 

Not  the  meed  of  race  well  run  :  — 
Alleluia ! 

3  But  the  pity  of  the  Lord 
Gives  His  child  a  full  reward ; 

Alleluia ! 

4  Grants  the  prize  without  the  course  ; 
Crowns,  without  the  battle's  force. 

Alleluia  ! 

~\Q 

5  God,  who  loveth  innocence, 
Hastes  to  take  His  darling  hence, 

Alleluia ! 

6  Christ,  when  this  sad  life  is  done, 
Join  us  to  Thy  little  one. 

Alleluia ! 


622      THE   BURIAL  OF  THE   DEAD    (for  a  child). 

7  And  in  Thine  own  tender  love, 
Bring  us  to  the  ranks  above. 

Alleluia  ! 
Anon.    Paris  Missal.     Tr.  It.  F.  Littledale. 

804  s  M 

IT  is  not  death  to  die  ; 

To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  'midst  the  brotherhood  on  high 

To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain,  to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 

4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Prince  of  life ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die ; 
Like  Thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  Thee  on  high. 

H.  A.  C.  Malan.     Tr.  G.  W.  Bethune. 

805  7,8,7,8,7,7. 

GENTLE  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 
Now  Thy  little  lamb's  brief  weeping  ; 

Ah,  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild, 
In  its  narrow  bed  'tis  sleeping, 

And  no  sigh  of  anguish  sore 

Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 


THE   BURIAL  OF  THE  DEAD. 


2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  Thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it ; 
To  the  sunny,  heavenly  plain 

Dost  Thou  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 

3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving  : 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove 
Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

J.  W.  Meinhold.     Tr.  C.  Winkworth. 

806  7,7,7,7,8,8. 

Now  THE  laborer's  task  is  o'er ; 

Now  the  battle-day  is  past ; 
Now  upon  the  farther  shore 

Lands  the  voyager  at  last. 
Father,  in  Thy  gracious  keeping 
Leave  we  now  Thy  servant  sleeping. 

2  There  the  tears  of  earth  are  dried  ; 

There  its  hidden  things  are  clear ; 
There  the  work  of  life  is  tried 

By  a  juster  Judge  than  here. 
Father,  in  Thy  gracious  keeping 
Leave  we  now  Thy  servant  sleeping. 

3  There  the  sinful  souls,  that  turn 

To  the  cross  their  dying  eyes, 
All  the  love  of  Christ  shall  learn 

At  His  feet  in  Paradise. 
Father,  in  Thy  gracious  keeping 
Leave  we  now  Thy  servant  sleeping. 


THE   BURIAL   OF   THE   DEAD. 


4  "Earth  to  earth,  and  dust  to  dust;" 

Calmly  now  the  words  we  say  ; 
Left  behind,  we  wait  in  trust 

For  the  Resurrection-day. 
Father,  in  Thy  gracious  keeping 
Leave  we  now  Thy  servant  sleeping. 

J.  EUerton. 

807  L-  M.  6i. 

GOD  of  the  living,  in  whose  eyes 
Unveiled  Thy  whole  creation  lies, 
All  souls  are  Thine  :   we  must  not  say 
That  those  are  dead  who  pass  away  ; 
From  this  our  world  of  flesh  set  free, 
We  know  them  living  unto  Thee. 

2  Released  from  earthly  toil  and  strife, 
With  Thee  is  hidden  still  their  life  ; 
Thine  are  their  thoughts,  their  works,  their 

powers, 

All  Thine,  and  yet  most  truly  ours ; 
For  well  we  know,  where'er  they  be, 
Our  dead  are  living  unto  Thee. 

3  Not  spilt  like  water  on  the  ground, 

Not  wrapped  in  dreamless  sleep  profound, 
Not  wandering  in  unknown  despair 
Beyond  Thy  voice,  Thine  arm,  Thy  care; 
Not  left  to  lie  like  fallen  tree  : 
Not  dead,  but  living  unto  Thee. 

4  Thy  word  is  true,  Thy  will  is  just ; 

To  Thee  we  leave  them,  Lord,  in  trust ; 
And  bless  Thee  for  the  love  which  gave 
Thy  Son  to  fill  a  human  grave, 
That  none  might  fear  that  world  to  see, 
Where  all  are  living  unto  Thee. 


THE   BURIAL  OF  THE   DEAD.  625 

5  O  Breather  into  man  of  breath, 
O  Holder  of  the  keys  of  death, 
O  Giver  of  the  life  within, 
Save  us  from  death,  the  death  of  sin  ; 
That  body,  soul,  and  spirit  be 
Forever  living  unto  Thee  ! 

J.  Ellerton. 

808  7,6,7,6,7,6,7,4. 

THE  sands  of  time  are  sinking, 

The  dawn  of  Heaven  breaks, 
The  summer  morn  I've  sighed  for, 

The  fair,  sweet  morn  awakes. 
Oh  !   dark  hath  been  the  midnight, 

But  day-spring  is  at  hand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Emmanuers  land. 

2  Oh,  Christ,  He  is  the  fountain, 

The  deep,  sweet  well  of  love  ! 
The  streams  of  earth  I've  tasted  ; 

More  deep  I'll  drink  above. 
There  to  an  ocean  fullness 

His  mercy  doth  expand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Emmanuel's  land. 

3  With  mercy  and  with  judgment 

My  web  of  time  He  wove, 
And  aye  the  dews  of  sorrow 

Were  lustred  with  His  love  : 
I'll  bless  the  hand  that  guided, 

I'll  bless  the  heart  that  planned 
When  throned  where  glory  dwelleth 

In  Emmanuers  land. 

4  The  bride  eyes  not  her  garment, 

But  her  dear  bridegroom's  face  ; 
I  will  not  gaze  at  glory, 
But  on  my  King  of  grace  ; 


626  GENERAL. 


Not  at  the  crown  He  giveth, 

But  on  His  pierced  hand  : 
The  Lamb  is  all  the  glory 

Of  Emmanuel's  land. 

Anne  JR.  Coutdn. 

809  S.M.81. 

ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, — 
Nearer  my  home,  to-day,  am  I 

Than  e'er  I've  been  before. 
Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  to-day  the  great  white  throne, 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 

2  Nearer  the  bound  of  life 

Where  burdens  are  laid  down  ; 
Nearer  to  leave  the  heavy  cross  ; 

Nearer  to  gain  the  crown. 
But,  lying  dark  between, 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
There  rolls  the  silent,  unknown  stream 

That  leads  at  last  to  light. 

3  Ev'n  now,  perchance,  my  feet 

Are  slipping  on  the  brink, 
And  I,  to-day,  am  nearer  home,  — 

Nearer  than  now  I  think. 
Father,  perfect  my  trust ; 

Strengthen  my  spirit's  faith ; 
Nor  let  me  stand,  at  last,  alone 

Upon  the  shore  of  death. 

Miss  P.  Gary. 

810  8s'7s  61 

PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  King  of  heaven, 
To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring  ; 

Ransom'd,  heal'd,  restor'd,  forgiven, 
Who,  like  me,  His  praise  should  sing? 


GENERAL. 


Praise  Him,  praise  Him, 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him, 

Praise  the  Everlasting  King. 

2  Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 

To  our  fathers  in  distress ; 
Praise  Him,  still  the  same  for  ever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless; 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him, 
Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

2  Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us  ; 
Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows  ; 
In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes  ; 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him, 
Widely  as  His  mercy  goes. 

4  Angels,  help  us  to  adore  Him  ; 
Ye  behold  Him  face  to  face ; 
Sun  and  moon,  bow  down  before  Him  ; 
Dwellers  all  in  time  and  space, 

Praise  Him,  praise  Him, 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

7s,  6s.  81. 

FATHER  !  the  light  and  darkness 

Are  both  alike  to  Thee  ; 
Then,  to  Thy  waiting  servant, 

Alike  they  both  shall  be. 
That  great  unending  future, 

I  cannot  pierce  its  shroud  ; 
But  nothing  doubt,  nor  tremble  : 

God's  bow  is  in  the  cloud. 

2  To  Him  I  yield  my  spirit  ; 
On  Him  I  lay  my  load  ; 
Fear  ends  with  death  :  beyond  it 
I  nothing  see  but  God. 


GENERAL. 


Thus  moving  towards  the  darkness, 

I  calmly  wait  His  call, 
Seeing  and  fearing  nothing, 

Hoping  and  trusting  all. 

S.  Grey. 

812  10s-  a- 

PEACE,  perfect  peace,  in  this  dark  world  of 

sin : 
The  blood  of  Jesus  whispers  peace  within. 

2  Peace,  perfect  peace,  by  thronging   duties 

pressed  : 
To  do  the  will  of  Jesus, — this  is  rest. 

3  Peace,  perfect  peace,  with  sorrows  surging 

round  : 
In  Jesus'  bosom  nought  but  calm  is  found. 

4  Peace,  perfect  peace,   with  loved   ones  far 

away  : 
In  Jesus'  keeping  we  are  safe,  and  they. 

5  Peace,  perfect  peace,   our  future    all    un- 

known : 
Jesus  we  know,  and  He  is  on  the  throne. 

6  Peace,  perfect  peace,  death  shadowing  us 

and  ours : 

Jesus    has    vanquished   death   and   all    its 
powers. 

7  It  is  enough  ;   earth's  struggles  soon  shall 

cease, 

And    Jesus    call    us   to    Heaven's    perfect 
peace. 

E.  H.  Bickersteth. 


GENERAL. 


813  11s,  10s.  With  Refrain. 

HARK  !   hark,  my  soul !  Angelic   songs   are 

swelling 
O'er    earth's    green    fields,   and  ocean's 

wave-beat  shore  ; 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains 

are  telling 
Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no 

more. 

REFRAIN  —  Angels  of  Jesus,  Angels  of  light, 
Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims 
of  the  night ! 

2  Onward    we    go,    for    still  we    hear  them 

singing, 
"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you 

come  ; " 
And  through  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly 

ringing, 

The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home. 
-Ref. 

3  Far,  far  away,  like   bells  at  evening  peal- 

ing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and 

sea, 

And  laden  souls  by  thousands  meekly  steal- 
ing, 

Kind   Shepherd,  turn  their   weary  steps 
to  Thee.—  Ref. 

4  Rest  comes  at  length  :  though  life  be  long 

and  dreary, 
The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night 

be  past  ; 
Faith's  journeys  end    in    welcome  to  the 

weary, 

And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will 
come  at  last. —  Ref. 


GENERAL. 


5  Angels,   sing   on  !    your    faithful    watches 

keeping  ; 
Sing   us   sweet  fragments   of  the   songs 

above ; 
Till  morning's   joy  shall    end   the  night  of 

weeping, 

And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloud- 
less love.  —  Ref. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

814  10,4,10,4,10,10. 

LEAD,   kindly    Light,    amid    th'    encircling 
gloom, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home  ; 

Lead  Thou  me  on  : 

Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene, — one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 

I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride   ruled   my  will :  remember  not    past 
years. 

3  So  long  Thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it 

still 

Will  lead  me  on 

O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent, 
till 

The  night  is  gone  ; 

And  with  the  morn  those  angel-faces  smile, 
Which   I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile. 

J.  H.  Newman. 


GENERAL.  631 


815  LM 

WE  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  this  fair  earth, 
The  glitt'ring  sky,  the  silver  sea  ; 

For  all  their  beauty,  all  their  worth, 
Their  light  and  glory,  come  from  Thee. 

2  Thine  are  the  flowers  that  clothe  the  ground, 

The  trees  that  wave  their  arms  above, 
The  hills  that  gird  our  dwellings  round, 
As  Thou  dost  gird  Thine  own  with  love. 

3  Yet  teach  us  still  how  far  more  fair, 

More  glorious,  Father,  in  Thy  sight, 
Is  one  pure  deed,  one  holy  prayer, 

One  heart  that  owns  Thy  Spirit's  might. 

4  So  while  we  gaze  with  thoughtful  eye 

On  all  the  gifts  Thy  love  has  given, 
Help  us  in  Thee  to  live  and  die, 
By  Thee  to  rise  from  earth  to  heaven. 

O.  E  L.  Cotton. 

816  lls'10s- 

PRAISE  ye  Jehovah  !  praise  the  Lord  most 

holy, 
Who    cheers    the    contrite,    girds    with 

strength  the  weak  ; 
Praise  Him  who  will  with  glory  crown  the 

lowly, 
And  with  salvation  beautify  the  meek. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  for  all  His  loving  kind- 
ness, 

And  all  the  tender  mercy  He  hath  shown  ; 
Praise  Him  who  pardons  all    our  sin    and 

blindness, 

And  calls  us  sons,  and  takes  us  for  His 
own. 


632  GENERAL. 


3  Praise  ye  Jehovah,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Before  His  gifts  earth's  richest  boons  are 

dim  ; 

Resting  in  Him,  His  peace  and  joy  possess- 
ing, 

All  things  are  ours,  for  we  have   all  in 
Him. 

4  Praise  ye  the  Father,  God   the   Lord   who 

gave  us, 

With  full  and  perfect  love,  His  only  Son  ; 
Praise   ye   the   Son   who   died   Himself   to 

save  us ; 

Praise  ye  the  Spirit,  praise  the  Three  in 
One. 

M.  Cockburu- Campbtll. 

817  s  M 

STAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 

Above  all  blessings  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh,  for  the  living  flame 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  Heaven  our  thought ! 

4  There,  with  benign  regard, 

Our  hymns  He  deigns  to  hear ; 
Though  unrevealed  to  mortal  sense, 
The  spirit  feels  Him  near. 


GENERAL.  633 


5  God  is  our  strength  and  song 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

6  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

J.  Montgomery. 

818  10s 

BLESSING  and  honor  and  glory  and  power, 
Wisdom  and  riches  and  strength  evermore, 
Give  ye  to  Him  who  our  battle  hath  won, 
Whose  are  the  kingdom,  the  crown,  and 
the  throne. 

2  Past  are  the  (Jarkness,  the  storm,  and  the 

war  ; 

Come  is  the  radiance  that  sparkled  afar  ; 
Breaketh  the  gleam  of  the  day  without  end  ; 
Riseth  the  sun  that  shall  never  descend. 

3  Ever  ascendeth  the  song  and  the  joy, 
Ever  descendeth  the  love  from  on  high, 
Blessing  and  honor  and  glory  and  praise. 
This  is  the  theme  of  the  hymns  that  we 


4  Life  of  all  life,  and  true  Light  of  all  light, 
Star  of  the  dawning,  unchangingly  bright, 
Sun  of  the  Salem,  whose  light  is  the  Lamb, 
Theme  of  the  ever-new,  ever-glad  psalm  ! 

5  Give  we  the  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb, 
Take  we  the  robe  and  the  harp  and  the  palm, 
Sing  we  the  song  of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Dying  in  weakness,  but  rising  to  reign. 

H.  Sonar.    Ab. 


634  GENERAL. 


819  10s 

HONOR  and  glory,  thanksgiving  and  praise, 
Maker  of  all  things,  to  Thee  we  upraise  ; 
God  the  Almighty,  the  Father,  the  Lord  ; 
God  by  the  angels  obeyed  and  adored. 

2  Thou  art  the  Father  of  heaven  and  earth ; 
Worlds  uncreated  to  Thee  owe  their  birth  ; 
All  the  creation,  Thy  voice  when  it  heard, 
Started  to  life  and  to  light  at  Thy  word. 

3  Earth   with    the    mountain,  the   river,  the 

plain, 
Sky  with  the  dew-drop,  the  wind,  and  the 

rain, 

Beast  of  the  forest,  wild  bird  of  the  air, 
All    are    Thy    creatures,  and    all    are   Thy 

care. 

4  Ocean  the  restless,  and  waters  that  swell, 
Lightnings  that  flash  over  flood,  over  fell, 
Own  Thee  the  Master  Almighty,  and  call 
Thee  the  Creator,  the  Father,  of  all. 

5  Yea,  Thou  art  Father  of  all,  and  Thy  love 
Pity  for  man  that  is  fallen  doth  move  ; 
Guide  us  in  life,  and  protect  to  the  last ; 
And,  at   Thine  Advent,  Lord,  pardon   the 

past. 

E.  A.  Dayman.    Ab. 

820  7s 

GLORY  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  heaven. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing ; 
Glad,  Thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 


GENERAL.  635 


3  Hail,  by  all  Thy  works  adored, 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 

Thee,  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ,  the  Father's  only  Son  ; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Bow  Thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow  ; 
Hear,  the  world's  atonement  Thou  : 
Jesus,  in  Thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away. 

6  Hear,  for  Thou,  O  Christ,  alone 
Art  with  Thy  great  Father  One ; 
One,  the  Holy  Ghost  with  Thee  ; 
One  supreme,  eternal  Three. 

C.  Wesley. 

821  LM 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  thro'  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  ; 
T  is  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  morning  star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 


636  GENERAL. 


5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

J.  Grigg. 

822  10s- 

SPIRIT  of  God,  descend  upon  my  heart; 
Wean    it    from    earth,    through    all    its 

pulses  move  ; 

Stoop  to  my  weakness,  mighty  as  Thou  art, 
And  make  me  love  Thee  as  I  ought  to 
love. 

2  I  ask  no  dream,  no  prophet  ecstasies, 

No  sudden  rending  of  the  veil  of  clay, 
No  angels  -visitant,  no  opening  skies  ; 
But  take  the  dimness  of  my  soul  away. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  us  love  Thee,  God  and 

King? 
All,    all    Thine    own,    soul,    heart,    and 

strength,  and  mind  ; 
I  see  Thy  cross  —  there  teach  my  heart  to 

cling  : 

Oh,  let  me   seek   Thee,  and,  oh,  let  me 
find. 

4  Teach   me   to   feel   that  Thou    art   always 

nigh; 
Teach  me   the  struggles  of  the  soul  to 

bear, 

To  check  the  rising  doubt,  the  rebel  sigh  ; 
Teach    me   the   patience "  of   unanswered 
prayer. 


GENERAL.  637 


5  Teach   me   to   love   Thee   as  Thine  angels 

love, — 

One  holy  passion  filling  all  my  frame  ; 
The     kindling    of    the     Heaven-descended 

Dove, 

My   heart   an   altar,   and   Thy   love   the 
flame. 

G.  Croly. 

823  10>10'7- 

SING  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise, 
Ye  citizens  of  heav'n,  oh,  sweetly  raise 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

2  Ye  powers,  who  stand  before  the  eternal 

Light, 

In  hymning  choirs  re-echo  to  the  height 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

3  The  Holy  City  shall  take  up  your  strain, 
And    with    glad    songs    resounding    wake 

again 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

4  In  blissful  antiphons  ye  thus  rejoice 

To  render  to  the  Lord  with  thankful  voice 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

5  Ye  who  have  gained  at  length  your  palms 

in  bliss, 

Victorious  ones,  your  chant  shall  still  be 
this, 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

6  There,  in  one  grand  acclaim,  for  ever  ring 
The  strains  which  tell  the  honor  of  your 

'King, 

An  endless  Alleluia. 


638  GENERAL. 


7  This  is  sweet  rest  for  weary  ones  brought 

back, 

This   is  glad   food   and  drink  which  ne'er 
shall  lack 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

8  While    Thee,    by    whom    were    all    things 

made,  we  praise 

For  ever,  and  tell  out  in  sweetest  lays 
An  endless  Alleluia. 

9  Almighty  Christ,  to  Thee  our  voices  sing 
Glory  for  evermore  ;  to  Thee  we  bring 

An  endless  Alleluia. 

Anon.  (Latin,  5th  Cent.)     Tr.  J.  EUerton. 
824  L.M.    81. 

O  GOD  of  God  !     O  Light  of  Light  ! 

Thou    Prince    of   Peace,   Thou    King    of 

kings, 
To  Thee,  where  angels  know  no  night, 

The  song  of  praise  forever  rings ; 
To  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

The  Lamb  once  slain  for  sinful  men, 
Be  honor,  might ;   all  by  Him  won  ; 

Glory  and  praise  !    Amen,  Amen  ! 

2  Deep  in  the  Prophets'  sacred  page, 

Grand  in  the  poets'  winged  word, 
Slowly  in  type,  from  age  to  age, 

Nations  beheld  their  coming  Lord  ; 
Till  through  the  deep  Judean  night 

Rang  out  the  song,  ' '  Good-will  to  men  !  " 
Hymned  by  the  first-born  sons  of  light, 

Re-echoed  now,  "Good-will!"    Amen. 

3  That  life  of  truth,  those  deeds  of  love, 

That  death  of  pain,  'rbid  hate  and  scorn  ; 
These  all  are  past,  and  now  above, 
He  reigns  our  King  !  once  crowned  with 
thorn. 


GENERAL. 


Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates  ; 

So  sang  His  hosts,  unheard  by  men ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  for  you  He  waits. 

We  lift  them  up  !    Amen,  Amen  ! 

4  Nations  afar,  in  ignorance  deep  ; 

Isles  of  the  sea,  where  darkness  lay  ; 
These  hear  His  voice,  they  wake  from  sleep, 

And  throng  with  joy  the  upward  way. 
They  cry  with  us,  "Send  forth  Thy  light," 

O  Lamb,  once  slain  for  sinful  men  ; 
Burst  Satan's  bonds,  O  God  of  might ; 

Set  all  men  free  !    Amen,  Amen  ! 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord  a  glorious  song, 

Sing  to  His  name,  His  love  forth  tell  ; 
Sing  on,  heaven's  hosts,  His  praise  prolong  ; 

Sing,  -ye  who  now  on  earth  do  dwell  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

From    angels,    praise  ;   and   thanks  from 

men  ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  enthroned  to  reign, 
Glory  and  power  !     Amen,  Amen  ! 

J.  Julian. 

825  L-M- 

FORTH  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 

My  daily  labor  to  pursue, 
Thee,  only  Thee,  resolved  to  know 

In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  The  task  Thy  wisdom  hath  assigned 

Oh  let  me  cheerfully  fulfil  ; 
In  all  my  works  Thy  presence  find, 
And  prove  Thy  good  and  perfect  will. 

3  Preserve  me  from  my  calling's  snare, 

And  hide  my  simple  heart  above  ; 
Above  the  thorns  of  choking  care, 
The  gilded  baits  of  worldly  love. 


640  GENERAL. 


4  Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 

Whose  eyes  mine  inmost  substance  see, 
And  labor  on  at  Thy  command, 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  Thee. 

5  Give  me  to  bear  Thy  easy  yoke, 

And  every  moment  watch  and  pray  ; 
And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  Thy  glorious  day  : 

6  For  Thee  delightfully  employ 

Whate'er  Thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given, 
And  run  my  course  with  even  joy, 
And  closely  walk  with  Thee  to  heaven. 
C.  Wesley.     Verse  2, 1.  4,  alt. 

826  L  M 

OH,  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above, 

When  angels  touch  the  quivering  string, 

And  wake,  to  chant  Emmanuel's  love, 
Such  strains  as  angel-lips  can  sing. 

2  And  sweet,  on  earth,  the  choral  swell, 

From  mortal  tongues,  of  gladsome  lays, 
When  pardoned  souls  their  raptures  tell, 
And,  grateful,  hymn  Emmanuel's  praise. 

3  Jesus,  Thy  name  our  souls  adore  ; 

We  own  the  bond  that  makes  us  Thine ; 
And  carnal  joys  that  charmed  before, 
For  Thy  dear  sake  we  now  resign. 

4  Our  hearts,  by  dying  love  subdued, 

Accept  Thine  offered  grace  to-day  ; 

Beneath  the  cross,  with  blood  bedewed, 

We  bow,  and  give  ourselves  away. 

5  In  Thee  we  trust  —  on  Thee  rely  ; 

Though  we  are  feeble,  Thou  art  strong  ; 
Oh,  keep  us  .till  our  spirits  fly 
To  join  the  bright  immortal  throng  ! 

Ray  Palmer. 


GENERAL.  641 


827  7s- 6 

FOR  the  beauty  of  the  earth, 
For  the  beauty  of  the  skies, 

For  the  love  which  from  our  birth 
Over  and  around  us  lies, 

Christ  our  God,  to  Thee  we  raise 

This  our  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

2  For  the  wonder  of  each  hour 

Of  the  day  and  of  the  night, 
Hill  and  vale,  and  tree  and  flower, 

Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  of  light, 
Christ  our  God,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

3  For  the  joy  of  human  love, 

Brother,  sister,  parent,  child, 
Friends  on  earth,  and  friends  above, 

For  all  gentle  thoughts  and  mild  : 
Christ  our  God,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

4  For  Thy  Church,  that  evermore 

Lifteth  holy  hands  above, 
Offering  up  on  every  shore 

Her  pure  sacrifice  of  love  : 
Christ  our  God,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

5  For  Thyself,  best  Gift  Divine  ! 

To  our  race  so  freely  given, 
For  that  great,  great  love  of  Thine, 

Peace  on  earth,  and  joy  in  heaven  ; 
Christ  our  God,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  hymn  of  grateful  praise. 

F.  S.  Pierpoint. 


21 


642  GENERAL. 


828  7s- 61 

QUIET,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart ; 

Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 
Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 

Make  me  as  a  weaned  child  ; 
From  distrust  and  envy  free, 
Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 

Let  me  as  a  child  receive  ; 
What  to-morrow  may  betide. 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave  : 
'T  is  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care  ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone,  — 
Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  guard,  and  guide. 

4  Thus  preserved  from  Satan's  wiles, 

Safe  from  dangers,  free  from  fears, 
May  I  live  upon  Thy  smiles, 

Till  the  promised  hour  appears, 
When  the  sons  of  God  shall  prove 
All  their  Father's  boundless  love. 

J.  Newton. 

829  L-  M-  61- 

THE  saints  of  God,  their  conflict  past, 
And  life's  long  battle  won  at  last, 
Nor  more  they  need  the  shield  or  sword, 
They  cast  them  down  before  their  Lord  : 
O  happy  saints  !  for  ever  blest, 
At  Jesus'  feet  how  safe  your  rest ! 


GENERAL.  643 


2  The    saints    of    God  !      Their    wanderings 

done, 

No  more  their  weary  course  they  run, 
No  more  they  faint,  no  more  they  fall, 
No  foes  oppress,  no  fears  appal ; 
O  happy  saints  !  for  ever  blest, 
In  that  dear  home  how  sweet  your  rest  ! 

3  The  saints  of  God !    Life's  voyage  o'er, 
Safe  landed  on  that  blissful  shore, 

No  stormy  tempests  now  they  dread, 
No  roaring  billows  lift  their  head  : 
O  happy  saints  !  for  ever  blest, 
In  that  calm  haven  of  your  rest ! 

4  The  saints  of  God  their  vigil  keep 
While  yet  their  mortal  bodies  sleep, 
Till  from  the  dust  they  too  shall  rise 
And  soar  triumphant  to  the  skies  : 

0  happy  saints !  rejoice  and  sing  ; 

He  quickly  comes,  your  Lord  and  King. 

5  O  God  of  saints,  to  Thee  we  cry ; 
O  Saviour,  plead  for  us  on  high  ; 

0  Holy  Ghost,  our  guide  and  friend, 
Grant  us  Thy  grace  till  life  shall  end  ; 

That  with  all  saints  our  rest  may  be 
In  that  bright  Paradise  with  Thee. 

W.  D.  Maclagan. 

830  L  M-  6I- 

SURROUNDED  by  unnumbered  foes, 
Against  my  soul  the  battle  goes  ! 
Yet  though  I  weary,  sore  distrest, 

1  know  that  I  shall  reach  my  rest ; 

1  lift  my  tearful  eyes  above,  — 
His  banner  over  me  is  love  ! 


644  GENERAL. 


2  Its  sword  my  spirit  will  not  yield, 
Though  flesh  may  faint  upon  the  field ; 
He  waves  before  my  fading  sight 

The  branch  of  palm,  the  crown  of  light ; 
I  lift  my  brightening  eyes  above,  — 
His  banner  over  me  is  love ! 

3  My  cloud  of  battle-dust  may  dim, 
His  veil  of  splendor  curtain  Him, 
And  in  the  mid- night  of  my  fear 

1  may  not  feel  Him  standing  near  ; 
But,  as  I  lift  mine  eyes  above, 
His  banner  over  me  is  love ! 

G.  Massey. 

831  6,7,6,7,6,6,6,6. 

Now  THANK  we  all  our  God, 

With  heart  and  hands  and  voices, 
Who  wondrous  things  hath  done, 

In  whom  His  world  rejoices ; 
Who  from  our  mother's  arms 

Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  gifts  of  love, 

And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

2  Oh,  may  this  bounteous  God 

Through  all  our  life  be  near  us, 
With  ever  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer  us  ; 
And  keep  us  in  His  grace, 

And  guide  us  when  perplexed, 
And  free  us  from  all  ills 

In  this  world  and  the  next. 

3  All  praise  and  thanks  to  God, 

The  Father,  now  be  given, 
The  Son,  and  Him  who  reigns 
With  them  in  highest  heaven, 


GENERAL.  645 


The  one  Eternal  God, 

Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore; 
For  thus  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

M.  Einkart.    Tr.  C.  Winkwwth. 

832  RM-     8,7,8,7,6,6,6,6,7. 

IN  myriad  forms,  by  myriad  names, 
Men  seek  to  bind  and  mold  Thee  ; 
But  Thou  dost  melt,  like  wax  in  flames, 
The  cords  that  would  enfold  Thee. 
Who  madest  life  and  light, 
Bring'st  morning  after  night, 
Who  all  things  did'st  create  — 
No  majesty,  nor  state, 
Nor  word,  nor  world  can  hold  Thee ! 

2  Great  God,  to  whom  since  time  began 
The  world  has  prayed  and  striven  ; 
Maker  of  stars,  and  earth,  and  man, 
To  Thee  our  praise  is  given. 
Of  suns  Thou  art  the  Sun, 
Eternal,  holy  One ; 
Who  us  can  help  save  Thou  ? 
To  Thee  alone  we  bow  ! 
Hear  us,  O  God  in  heaven  ! 

R.  W.  Gilder. 

833  8'8'8'4- 

FATHER  of  all,  from  land  and  sea 
The  nations  sing,  Thine,  Lord,  are  we ; 
Countless  in  number,  but  in  Thee 
May  we  be  one ! 

2  0  Son  of  God,  whose  love  so  free 
For  men  did  make  Thee  Man  to  be, 
United  to  our  God  in  Thee 
May  we  be  one. 


646  GENERAL. 


3  Thou,  Lord,  didst  once  for  all  atone  : 
Thee  may  both  Jew  and  Gentile  own 
Of  their  two  walls  the  Corner-stone, 

Making  them  one. 

4  Join  high  and  low,  join  young  and  old, 
In  love  that  never  waxes  cold  ; 

Under  one  Shepherd,  in  one  fold, 
Make  us  all  one. 

5  O  Spirit  blest,  who  from  above 
Cam'st  gently  gliding  like  a  dove, 
Calm  all  our  strife,  give  faith  and  love ; 

Oh,  make  us  one  ! 

6  So,  when  the  world  shall  pass  away, 
May  we  awake  with  joy  and  say, 
"Now  in  the  bliss  of  endless  day 

We  all  are  one." 

C.  Wordsworth. 

834  L  M- 

PRAISE,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits  ; 
Pray'r  shall  besiege  Thy  temple  gates  ; 
All  flesh  shall  to  Thy  throne  repair, 
And  find,  thro1  Christ,  salvation  there. 

2  Our  spirits  faint ;  our  sins  prevail ; 
Leave  not  our  trembling  hearts  to  fail : 
O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer,  descend, 
And  still  be  found  the  sinner's  Friend. 

3  Thy  hand  sets  fast  the  mighty  hills, 
Thy  voice  the  troubled  ocean  stills  ; 
Evening  and  morning  hymn  Thy  praise, 
And  earth  Thy  bounty  wide  displays. 

4  The  year  is  with  Thy  goodness  crowned  ; 
Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  around ; 
Through  Thee  the  deserts  laugh  and  sing, 
And  Nature  smiles,  and  owns  her  King. 


GENERAL.  647 


5  Lord,  on  our  souls  Thy  Spirit  pour  : 
The    moral  waste  within  restore  : 
O  let  Thy  love  our  spring-tide  be, 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  Thee. 

H.  F.  Lyte. 

835  8s'7s-  61- 

SING,  ye  faithful,  sing  with  gladness ! 

Wake  your  noblest,  sweetest  strain  ! 
With  the  praises  of  your  Saviour 

Let  His  house  resound  again  ! 
Him  let  all  your  music  honor, 

And  your  songs  exalt  His  reign  ! 

2  Sing  how  He  came  forth  from  heaven, 

Bowed  Himself  to  Bethlehem's  cave, 
Stooped  to  wear  the  servant's  vesture, 

Bore  the  pain,  the  cross,  the  grave, 
Passed  within  the  gates  of  darkness, 

Thence  His  banished  ones  to  save  ! 

3  So  He  tasted  death  for  all  men, 

He  of  all  mankind  the  Head, 
Sinless  one  among  the  sinful, 

Prince  of  life  among  the  dead  ; 
So  He  wrought  the  full  redemption, 

And  the  captor  captive  led. 

4  Now  on  high,  yet  ever  with  us, 

From  His  Father's  throne,  the  Son 
Kules  and  guides  the  world  He  ransom'd, 

Till  the  appointed  work  be  done, 
Till  He  see,  renewed  and  perfect, 

All  things  gathered  into  one. 

5  Day  of  promised  restitution  ! 

Fruit  of  all  His  sorrows  past ! 
When  the  crown  of  His  dominion 

He  before  the  throne  shall  cast, 
And  throughout  the  wide  creation 

God  be  "all  in  all"  at  last, 

J.  Ellert&n. 


648  GENERAL. 


836 


6s,  5s.    81.     With  Kef  rain. 


ONWARD,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before  ! 
Christ  the  royal  Master 

Leads  against  the  foe; 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  His  banners  go. 

REFRAIN.  —  Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before  ! 

2  At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee  ; 
On,  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

On  to  victory  ! 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise  ; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise  ! 
Onward,  etc. 

3  Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God  ; 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod  ; 
We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 
Onward,  etc. 

4  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 
Constant  will  remain  : 


GENERAL. 


Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail ; 

We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 
And  that  cannot  fail. 
Onward,  etc. 

5  Onward,  then,  ye  people  ! 
Join  our  happy  throng  ! 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph  song  ! 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor, 

Unto  Christ  the  King  ; 
This  through  countless  ages 
Men  and  angels  sing. 
Onward,  etc. 

S.  Baring- Gould. 

837  6s>5s- 8L 

AT  the  name  of  Jesus 

Ev'ry  knee  shall  bow, 
Ev'ry  tongue  confess  Him 

King  of  glory  now  ; 
'T  is  the  Father's  pleasure 

We  should  call  Him  Lord, 
Who  from  the  beginning 

Was  the  mighty  Word. 

2  At  His  voice  creation 

Sprang  at  once  to  sight, 
All  the  angel-faces 

All  the  hosts  of  light, 
Thrones  and  dominations, 

Stars  upon  their  way, 
All  the  heavenly  orders, 

In  their  great  array. 

3  Humbled  for  a  season, 

To  receive  a  name 
From  the  lips  of  sinners 
Unto  whom  He  came, 


GENERAL. 


Faithfully  He  bore  it 

Spotless  to  the  last, 
Brought  it  back  victorious 

When  from  death  He  passed  : 

4  Bore  it  up  triumphant 

With  its  human  light, 
Through  all  ranks  of  creatures, 

To  the  central  height  : 
To  the  Throne  of  Godhead, 

To  the  Father's  breast, 
Filled  it  with  the  glory 

Of  that  perfect  rest. 

5  In  your  hearts  enthrone  Him  ; 

There  let  Him  subdue 
All  that  is  not  holy, 

All  that  is  not  true  ; 
Crown  Him  as  your  Captain 

In  temptation's  hour  ; 
Let  His  will  enfold  you 

In  its  light  and  power. 

6  Brothers,  this  Lord  Jesus 

Shall  return  again, 
With  His  Father's  glory, 

With  His  angel  train  ; 
For  all  wreaths  of  empire 

Meet  upon  His  brow, 
And  our  hearts  confess  Him 

King  of  glory  now. 

C.  M.  Noel. 

838  6s, 5s.  81.     With  Refrain. 

ON  our  way  rejoicing 
As  we  homeward  move, 

Harken  to  our  praises, 
O  Thou  God  of  love ! 


GENERAL.  651 


Is  there  grief  or  sadness? 

Thine  it  cannot  be  ! 
Is  our  sky  beclouded  ? 

Clouds  are  not  from  Thee  ! 

REFRAIN. —  On  our  way  rejoicing, 

As  we  homeward  move. 
Harken  to  our  praises, 
O  Thou  God  of  love ! 

2  If  with  honest-hearted 

Love  for  God  and  man, 
Day  by  day  Thou  find  us 

Doing  what  we  can  ; 
Thou  who  giv'st  the  seed-time 

Wilt  give  large  increase, 
Crown  the  head  with  blessings, 

Fill  the  heart  with  peace. —  Ref. 

3  On  our  way  rejoicing 

Gladly  let  us  go ; 
Conquered  hath  our  Leader, 

Vanquished  is  our  foe  ! 
Christ  without,  our  safety ; 

Christ  within,  our  joy  ; 
Who,  if  we  be  faithful, 

Can  our  hope  destroy?  —  Ref. 

4  Unto  God  the  Father 

Joyful  songs  we  sing ; 
Unto  God  the  Saviour 

Thankful  hearts  we  bring ; 
Unto  God  the  Spirit 

Bow  we  and  adore, 
On  our  way  rejoicing 

Now  and  evermore  !  —  Ref. 

J.  S.  B.  Monsell. 


GENERAL. 


839  8,7,8,7,6,6,6,6,7. 

HARK  !  hark !  the  organ  loudly  peals, 

Our  thankful  hearts  inviting 
To  sing  our  great  Creator's  praise, 
Both  rich  and  poor  uniting ! 
Ye  heavens  and  earth,  rejoice ! 
And  every  heart  and  voice 
Your  joyous  strains  upraise, 
In  notes  of  endless  praise, 
Before  His  Throne  for  ever,  for  ever. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  the  organ  loudly  peals, 

Our  thankful  hearts  inviting 
To  sing  the  praise  of  Christ  our  King, 

Both  rich  and  poor  uniting  ! 
Who  left  His  Throne  on  high, 
And  lowly  came  to  die, 
That  we  from  earth  might  rise 
To  realms  beyond  the  skies, 

And  live  with  Him  for  ever,  for  ever. 

3  Hark !  hark !  the  organ  loudly  peals, 

Our  thankful  hearts  inviting 
To  sing  the  Holy  Spirit '5  praise, 

Both  rich  and  poor  uniting ! 
Who  bids  us  flee  from  sin, 
And  makes  us  pure  within. 
Till,  warmed  with  heavenly  love, 
We  yearn  to  sing  above 

Glad  songs  of  praise  for  ever ! 

4  Hark !  hark !  the  organ  loudly  peals, 

Our  thankful  hearts  inviting 
To  high  upraise  our  songs  of  praise, 
Both  rich  and  poor  uniting ! 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Till  soaring  higher  and  higher, 
We  join  the  heavenly  choir 
Before  His  Throne  for  ever ! 

G.  Thring. 


GENERAL.  653 


P.  M.  Irregular. 

We  come  in  the  might  of  the  Lord  of  light, 

With  armor  bright  to  meet  Him  ; 
And  we  put  to  flight  the  armies  of  night, 
That  the  sons  of  the  day  may  greet  Him, 

The  sons  of  the  day  may  greet  Him. 
We  march,  we  march  to  victory, 

With  the  cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 
With  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from 

the  sky, 

And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us, 
His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

2  Our  sword  is  the  Spirit  of  God  on  high, 

Our  helmet  is  His  salvation, 
Our  banner,  the  cross  of  Calvary, 
Our  watchword,  the  Incarnation. 
We  march,  we  march,  etc. 

3  And  the  choir  of  angels  with  song  awaits 

Our  march  to  the  golden  Zion  ; 
For  our  Captain  has  broken  the  brazen  gates, 
And  burst  the  bars  of  iron. 
We  march,  we  march,  etc. 

4  Then  onward  we  march,  our  arms  to  prove, 

With  the  banner  of  Christ  before  us, 
With  His  eye  of  love   looking  down  from 

above, 

And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 
We  march,  we  march,  etc. 

G.  Mffultrie. 

84-1  8s,  5s.  81.     With  Refrain. 

PRESSING  forward,  reaching  forward, 

To  the  things  before  ; 
See  !   the  Church  of  God  moves  onward, 

Ever  more  and  more ; 


654  GENERAL. 


Rough  the  road  and  stern  the  trial, 

But  the  end  is  sure  ; 
Faith  can  smile  thro1  self-denial, 

Courage  can  endure. 

REFRAIN. — Pressing  forward,  pressing  forward, 

To  the  things  before, 
See !  the  church  of  God  moves  on- 
ward, 
Ever  more  and  more. 

2  Not  as  though  we  apprehended, 

Or  our  work  were  done  ; 
Not  as  though  the  race  were  ended, 

Or  the  victory  won  ; 
Not  without  a  fear  of  falling, 

But  in  faith  and  love 
For  the  prize  of  our  high  calling 

To  the  mark  we  move. —  Ref. 

3  We  have  sinned  and  we  are  sinning 

Every  passing  day  ; 
But  the  Cross  our  pardon  winning 

Hides  our  guilt  away. 
Thus  the  sinful  past  forgetting 

Zionward  we  tend, 
Firm  as  flint  our  faces  setting, 

Faithful  to  the  end.—  Ref. 

4  Angels  at  our  side  attend  us, 

Missioned  from  above ; 
Spirit-hosts  unseen  befriend  us  — 

Ministries  of  love  ; 
God,  our  Father,  still  protects  us ; 

Jesus  is  our  stay  ; 
God,  the  Holy  Ghost,  directs  us, 

Through  the  lifelong  way. —  Ref. 

5  Fainting  often,  yet  pursuing, 

Still  our  way  we  make, 
Looking  to  our  Head,  and  doing 
All  for  Jesus'  sake. 


GENERAL.  655 


Glory,  honor,  wisdom,  blessing, 

Lord,  for  Thee  we  claim, 
Nothing  having,  yet  possessing 

All  in  Thy  dear  name. —  Ref. 

6  Oh,  how  grand  will  be  the  meeting 

When  the  race  is  run  ; 
Oh,  how  sweet  will  be  the  greeting, 

u  Faithful  one,  well  done  !  " 
Oh,  the  thought  of  clearly  seeing 

What  we  dimly  see  ; 
Oh,  the  joy,  our  God,  of  being 
Evermore  with  Thee  !  —  Ref. 

S.  C.  Lmvry. 

842  9s,  7s.     With  Kef  rain. 

*HOLY  Ghost,  come  down  upon  Thy  children, 
Give  us  grace  and  make  us  Thine  ; 
Thy  tender  fires  within  us  kindle, 
Blessed  Spirit,  Dove  divine  ! 

2  For  ail  within  us,  good  and  holy, 
Is  from  Thee,  Thy  precious  gift ; 
In  all  our  joys,  in  all  our  sorrows, 
Wistful  hearts  to  Thee  we  lift.— Ref. 

3  For  Thou  to  us  art  more  than  father, 
More  than  sister  in  Thy  love, 

So  gentle,  patient,  and  forbearing, 
Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove  !  —  Ref. 

4  Oh,  we  have  grieved  Thee,  gracious  Spirit ! 
Wayward,  wanton,  cold  are  we  ; 

And  still  our  sins,  new  every  morning, 
Never  yet  have  wearied  Thee. — Ref. 

5  Now,  if  our  hearts  do  not  deceive  us, 
We  would  take  Thee  for  our  Lord. 

O  dearest  Spirit,  make  us  faithful 
To  Thy  least  and  lighest  word.  —  Ref. 

F.  W.  Faber. 

*The  first  verse  to  be  sung  as  refrain  after  each  succeeding 
verse. 


656  GENERAL. 


§4.3  P.  M.     With  Refrain. 

FADING,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shin- 
ing; 

Father  in  Heaven,  the  day  is  declining. 

Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 

Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with 
the  night. 

From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morn- 
ing bells  chime 

Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from 
crime. 

REFRAIN. —  Father,  have  mercy,  Father  have 

mercy, 

Father    have    mercy,   thro'    Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord. 

2  Father  in  Heaven,'  oh,  hear  when  we  call ; 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of 

all. 

Feeble  and  fainting,  we  trust  in  Thy  might ; 
In    doubting    and    darkness,  Thy    love   be 

our  light. 
Let    us    sleep    on    Thy    breast    when    the 

night  taper  burns, 

Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 

-Ref. 

Anon. 
6s,  5s.  81.     With  Refrain. 

HEAR  us,  Thou  that  broodest 

O'er  the  wat'ry  deep, 
Waking  all  creation 

From  its  primal  sleep  ; 
Holy  Spirit,  breathing 

Breath  of  life  divine, 
Breathe  into  our  spirits, 

Blending  them  with  Thine. 


GENERAL.  657 


REFRAIN. —  Light  and  life  Immortal, 

Hear  us  as  we  raise 
Hearts,  as  well  as  voices, 
Mingling  prayer  and  praise. 

2  When  the  sun  ariseth 

In  a  cloudless  sky, 
May  we  feel  Thy  presence, 

Holy  Spirit,  nigh ; 
Shed  Thy  radiance  o'er  us, 

Keep  it  cloudless  still, 
Through  the  day  before  us, 

Perfecting  Thy  will.— Ref. 

3  When  the  fight  is  fiercest 

In  the  noontide  heat, 
Bear  us,  Holy  Spirit, 

To  our  Saviour's  feet ; 
There  to  find  a  refuge 

Till  our  work  is  done, 
There  to  fight  the  battle 

Till  the  battle's  wou.—Ref. 

4  If  the  day  be  falling 

Sadly  as  it  goes, 
Slowly  in  its  sadness 

Sinking  to  its  close, 
May  Thy  love  in  mercy 

Kindling,  ere  it  die, 
Cast  a  ray  of  glory 

O'er  our  evening  sky. —  Ref. 

5  Morning,  noon,  and  evening, 

Whensoe'er  it  be, 
Grant  us,  gracious  Spirit, 

Quickening  life  in  Thee, — 
Life  that  gives  us,  living, 

Life  of  heavenly  love  ; 
Life  that  brings  us,  dying, 

Life  from  heaven  above.  —  Ref. 
G.  Thring. 


GENERAL. 


845  s.  M.  si. 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice ; 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love ; 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'T  was  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
T  was  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole  ; 
Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'T  was  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  ; 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home. 

H.  Sonar. 


GENERAL.  659 


846  L- M- 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  : 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving  kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong  ! 

4  So  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

5  Then  shall  I  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
There  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

8.  Medley. 


847 


L.  M. 


BEHOLD  !  a  stranger  's  at  the  door ; 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !    He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands : 
Oh,  matchless  kindness !   and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 


GENERAL. 


3  But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will  ;   the  very  friend  you  need  : 
The  Friend  of  sinners  —  yes,  'tis  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine  ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

J.  (Zrigg. 

848  7s  61- 

JESUS,  Saviour,  pilot  me 
Over  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Unknown  waves  before  me  roll, 
Hiding  rock  and  treacherous  shoal ; 
Chart  and  compass  came  from  Thee  : 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

2  As  a  mother  stills  her  child, 
Thou  canst  hush  the  ocean  wild  ; 
Boisterous  waves  obey  Thy  will 
When  Thou  say'st  to  them,  "Be  still." 
Wondrous  Sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

3  When  at  last  I  near  the  shore, 
And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest, 
Then,  while  leaning  on  Thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  Thee  say  to  me, 
"Fear  not,  I  will  pilot  thee." 

E.  Hopper. 

849  8s'7s 

MAY  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 


GENERAL.  661 


2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 

J.  Newto:i. 

850  lls- 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way  : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for 

its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by 

sin, 

Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 

tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;   no,  welcome  the 

tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom  : 
There  sweet   be   my   rest  till   He  bid  me 

arise 
To  hail   Him  in    triumph    descending  the 

skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God? 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 


GENERAL. 


5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 
the  soul. 

W.  A.  MMeriberg. 

851  L  M 

JESUS,  the  calm  that  fills  my  breast 
No  other  heart  than  Thine  can  give  ; 

This  peace  unstirred,  this  joy  of  rest. 
None  but  Thy  loved  ones  can  receive. 

2  My  weary  soul  has  found  a  charm 

That  turns  to  blessedness  my  woe ; 
Within  the  shelter  of  Thine  arm 
I  rest  secure  from  storm  and  foe. 

3  In  desert  waste  I  feel  no  dread, 

Fearless  I  walk  the  trackless  sea  ; 
I  care  not  where  my  way  is  led, 
Since  all  my  life  is  life  with  Thee. 

4  O  Christ,  thro'  changeful  years  my  guide, 

My  comforter  in  sorrow's  night, 
My  friend,  when  friendless,  still  abide, 
My  Lord,  my  counsellor,  my  light. 

5  My  time,  my  powers,  I  give  to  Thee  ; 

My  inmost  soul  't  is  Thine  to  move ; 
I  wait  for  Thy  eternity, 
I  wait  in  peace,  in  praise,  in  love. 

F.  M.  North. 


GENERAL. 


852  10s- 

O  THOU  great  friend  to  all  the  sons  of  men, 
Who  once  didst  come  in  humblest  guise 

below, 

Sin  to  rebuke,  to  break  the  captive's  chain, 
And  call  Thy  brethren  forth  from  want 
and  woe, 

2  We  look  to  Thee ;   Thy  truth  is  still  the 

light 
Which   guides    the   nations,  groping    on 

their  way, 

Stumbling  and  falling  in  disastrous  night, 
Yet  hoping  ever  for  the  perfect  day. 

3  Yes,  Thou  art  still  the  Life  ;   Thou  art  the 

Way 
The  holiest  know ;  Light,  Life,  and  Way 

of  heaven  ! 
And  they  who  dearest  hope  and   deepest 

pray, 
Toil  by  the  Light,  Life,  Way,  which  Thou 

hast  given. 

T.  Parker. 
853  10,4,10,4,10,10. 

LIGHT  of  the  world  !  whose  kind  and  gentle 
care 

Is  joy  and  rest ; 

Whose  counsels  and  commands  so  gracious 
are, 

Wisest  and  best, — 
Shine  on  my  path,  dear  Lord,  and  guard 

the  way, 
Lest  my  poor  heart,  forgetting,  go  astray. 


664  GENERAL. 


2  Lord    of    my    life !    my   soul's    most    pure 

desire, 

Its  hope  and  peace ; 
Let  not  the  faith  Thy  loving  words  inspire 

Falter,  or  cease  ; 

But  be  to  me,  true  friend,  my  chief  delight, 
And  safely  guide,  that  every  step  be  right. 

3  My  blessed  Lord  !  what  bliss  to  feel  Thee 

near, 

Faithful  and  true ; 

To  trust  in  Thee,   without  one   doubt    or 
fear, 

Thy  will  to  do ; 
And  all  the  while  to  know  that  Thou,  our 

friend, 
Art  blessing  us,  and  wilt  bless  to  the  end. 

4  And  then,  oh,    then  !  when  sorrow's  night 

is  o'er, 

Life's  daylight  come, 

And   we   are  safe   within  heaven's  golden 
door, 

At  home  !  at  home  ! 

How  full  of  glad  rejoicing  will  we  raise, 
Saviour,  to  Thee  our  everlasting  praise. 

H.  Bateman, 

854  7,7,7,7,4.     With  Refrain. 

DAY  is  dying  in  the  west ; 
Heav'n  is  touching  earth  with  rest ; 
Wait  and  worship  while  the  night 
Sets  her  evening  lamps  alight 
Thro'  all  the  sky. 

REFRAIN. — Holy,  holy,  holy 

Lord  God  of  Hosts  ! 
Heav'n  and  earth  are  full  of  Thee  ! 
Heav'n  and  earth  are  praising  Thee, 
O  Lord  most  high  ! 


GENERAL.  665 


2  Lord  of  life,  beneath  the  dome 
Of  the  Universe,  Thy  home, 
Gather  us  who  seek  Thy  face 
To  the  fold  of  Thy  embrace, 
For  Thou  art  nigh.—  Ref. 

Mary  A.  Lathbury. 

855  L- M- 

Now  TO  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake,  my  soul !  awake,  my  tongue  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  His  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  .face, — 
The  brightest  image  of  His  grace ! 
God,  in  the  person  of  His  Son, 

Has  all  His  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  powerful  God  ; 
And  Thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  His  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  Thy  hands  ; 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  His  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace,— 't  is  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name : 

Ye  angels  !  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens !  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh  !  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place, 
Where  He  unveils  His  lovely  face, 
Where  all  His  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  His  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

L  Watts. 


666  GENERAL. 


85(3  8s, 7s.     With  Refrain. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them,  as  they  fly, 

Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger ; 
REFRAIN. —  For,    oh,   we    stand    on    Jordan'^ 

strand  ; 

Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
"Let  every  lamp  be  burning:" — Ref. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing  : —  Ref. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King    says,    "Come!"    and   there's 

our  home, 
Forever,  oh,  forever  : —  Ref. 

D.  Nelson. 

857  °  M- 

I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all:  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 


GENERAL. 


3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o1er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  P.  H.  Brawn. 

858  c 

I'VE  found  the  Pearl  of  greatest  price, 
My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 

And  sing  I  must ;  for  Christ  is  mine, 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  For  He  indeed  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  He  the  King  of  kings  ; 

He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

With  healing  in  His  wings. 

4  Christ  is  my  Peace ;  He  died  for  me, 

For  me  He  gave  His  blood ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  Himself  to  God. 


668  SUPPLEMENTARY   HYMNS. 

5  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  all, 
My  Comfort  and  my  Love, 
My  Life  below,  and  He  shall  be 
My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

J.  Mason. 

859  8>8>8*6- 

DRAWN    to    the    cross,   which    Thou    hast 

blessed 

With  healing  gifts  for  souls  distressed, 
To  find  in  Thee  my  life,  my  rest, 
Christ  Crucified,  I  come. 

2  Thou  knowest  all  my  griefs  and  fears, 
Thy  grace  abused,  my  misspent  years ; 
Yet  now  to  Thee,  with  contrite  tears, 

Christ  Crucified,  I  come. 

3  Wash  me,  and  take  away  each  stain  ; 
Let  nothing  of  my  sin  remain  ; 

For  cleansing,  though  it  be  through  pain, 
Christ  Crucified,  I  come. 

4  And  then  for  work  to  do  for  Thee, 
Which  shall  so  sweet  a  service  be 
That  angels  well  might  envy  me, 

Christ  Crucified,  I  come. 

Miss  G.  M.  Irons. 

860  6,6,4,6,6,6,4. 

CHRIST  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  zeal ; 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow-worn, 

Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 


SUPPLEMENTARY   HYMNS. 


2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer ; 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  restless  passion  tossed, 
Eedeemed,  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 
With  us  reproach  to  dare, 
With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song  ; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days, 
Keclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 

To  Christ  belong. 

s.  Wolcott. 

861  7s>6s  81 

THE  Homeland !  O  the  Homeland  ! 

The  land  of  souls  freeborn  ! 
No  gloomy  night  is  known  there, 

But  aye  the  fadeless  morn  : 
I'm  sighing  for  that  Country, 

My  heart  is  aching  here  ; 
There  is  no  pain  in  the  Homeland 

To  which  I'm  drawing  near. 

2  My  Lord  is  in  the  Homeland, 

With  angels  bright  and  fair  ; 
No  sinful  thing  nor  evil, 
Can  ever  enter  there  : 


SUPPLEMENTARY   HYMNS. 


The  music  of  the  ransomed 

Is  ringing  in  my  ears, 
And  when  I  think  of  the  Homeland, 

My  eyes  are  wet  with  tears. 

3  For  loved  ones  in  the  Homeland 

Are  waiting  me  to  come 
Where  neither  death  nor  sorrow 

Invade  their  holy  home  : 
O  dear,  dear  native  Country  ! 

O  rest  and  peace  above  ! 
Christ  bring  us  all  to  the  Homeland 

Of  His  eternal  love. 

H.  R.  Haweis. 

NOTE.— "Numbers  862-900  inclusive  are  'Supplementary 
Tunes '  and  consequently  appear  only  in  the  music  edition." 


Selections  for  Cbanttng. 


901 

1  THE  Lord  is  in  His  |  holy  |  temple  |  let  all 

the  earth  keep      si-  •  lence  be-  |  fore— 
'  |  Him.  —  Hob.  ii.  20. 

2  O  worship  the   Lord  in  the  |  beauty  *  of 

holiness  ||  fear  be-  |  fore  Him  |  all  the 
earth.  —  Ps.  xcvi.  9. 

3  Let  the  words  of  my  mouth,  and  the  medi- 

tation |  of  my  |  heart  ||  be  acceptable  in 
Thy  sight,  O  Lord  my  |  strength  and 
|  my  re-  |  deemer.  —  Ps.  xix.  14. 

4  O  send  out  Thy  light  and  Thy  truth  that 

|  they  may  |  lead  me  |  and  bring  me 
unto  Thy  holy  |  hill  and  |  to  Thy  |  dwell- 
ing. —  Ps.  xliii.  3. 

5  This  is  the  day  which   the  |  Lord  hath  | 

made  ||  we  will  rejoice  \  and  be  |  glad 
in  |  it.  —  Ps.  cxviii.  £4. 

6  f  I  was  glad  when  they  said  \  un-to  |  me  || 

Let  us  go  into  the  |  house  —  |  of  the 

II  Lord.  —  Ps.  cxxii.  1. 
Pray  for  the  peace    of  Je-  |  rusalem  ||  they 
shall  |  prosper  •  that  |  love  —  |  Thee.  — 
Ps.  cxxii.  2. 

7  I  will  arise  and  go  |  to  my  |  Father  ||  and 

|  will  say  |  un-to  |  Him  ||  Father,  I  have 
sinned  against  heaven  and  be-  |  fore  — 
|  Thee  ||  and  I  am  no  more  worthy  to 
be  |  call-ed  |  Thy  —  |  son.  —  Luke  xv. 
IS,  }9. 

(671) 


672  SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING. 

8  From  the  rising  of  the  sun  even  unto  the 
going  down  \  of  the  same  [  My  name 
shall  be  |  great  a-  |  mong  the  |  Gentiles 
I  and  in  every  place  incense  shall  be 
offered  unto  My  Name  and  a  |  pure  — 
|  offering  |  for  My  Name  shall  be  great 
among  the  heathen  \  saith  the  |  Lord  of 
|  hosts. — Mai.  i.  11.-- 

902 

1  O  COME  let  us  sing  \  unto  •  the  |  Lord  ||  let 

us  heartily  rejoice  in  the  |  strength  of 
our  sal-  |  vation. 

2  Let   us   come    before   His   presence  \  with 

thanks-  |  giving  ||  and  show  ourselves 
|  glad  in  |  Him  with  |  psalms. 

3  For  the  Lord  is  a  |  great  —  |  God  ||  and  a 

great  \  King  a-  |  bove  all  |  gods. 

4  In  His  hand  are   all  the  corners  |  of  the 

earth  ||  and  the  strength  of  the  |  hills 
is  I  His  —  |  also. 

5  The  sea  is  His  \  and  He  |  made  it  ||  and 

His  hands  pre-  |  pared  •  the  |  dry  - 
|  land. 

6  O  come,  let  us  worship  and  |  fall  —  |  down 

||  and  kneel  be-  |  fore  the  |  Lord  our 
|  Maker. 

7  For  He  is  the  |  Lord  our  |  God  ||  and  we 

are  the  people  of  His  pasture  and  the 
|  sheep  of  |  His  —  |  hand.  —  Ps.  xcv. 
1-7. 

8  O  worship  the  Lord  in  the  |  beauty  •  of 

|  holiness  |  let  the  whole  earth,  |  stand 
in  I  awe  of  I  Him. 


SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING.  673 

9*  For  He  cometh,  for  He  cometh  to  |  judge 
the  |  earth  ||  and  with  righteousness  to 
judge  the  world  and  the  |  peo-ple  |  with 
His  |  truth.  —  Ps.  xcvi.  9,  13. 

Glory  be  to  the  father,  |  and  *  to  the  |  Son,  [ 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ev-er 

shall  be  \  world  without  |  end.  — A 

men. 

903 

1  GLORY  be  to  |  God  on  |  high  ||  and  on  earth 

|  peace  good  |  will  •  towards  |  men. 

2  We  praise  Thee,  we  bless   Thee  we  |  wor- 

ship |  Thee  ||  we  glorify  Thee,  we  give 
thanks  to  |  Thee  for  |  Thy  great  |  glory. 

3  O  Lord  God  \  Heaven-  •  ly  |  King  ||  God  the 

|  Fa-ther  |  Al |  mighty. 

4  O  Lord,  the  only  begotten  Son  \  Je-sus  | 

Christ   I  O   Lord   God,    Lamb   of   God 

|  Son—  |  of  the  |  Father, 


sins  *  of  the  |  world 
on  —  I  us. 


5  That  takest  &way  the 

||  have  mercy  up- 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the 

|  world  1  have  mercy  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  &way  the  |  sins  •  of  the 

|  world  ||  re-  \  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  | 

God  the  j  Father  |  have  mercy  up-  |  on 

—  |  us. 

9  For  Thou  only  |  art  —  |  holy  ||  Thou  \  on-ly 

I  art  the    Lord. 


*  Last  half  of  Double  Chant. 
22 


674  SELECTIONS   FOR   CHANTING. 

10  Thou  only,  0  Christ  with  the  |  Ho-ly  | 
Ghost  1  art  most  high  in  the  |  glory  * 
of  |  God  the  |  Father. 

904 

1  WE  praise  \  Thee  O  |  God  ||  we  acknow- 

ledge \  Thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord. 

2  All  the  earth  doth  |  wor-ship  |  Thee  ||  the 

|  Fa-ther  |  ev  -  er-  |  lasting. 

3  To  Thee  all  Angels  \  cry  a-  |  loud  ||  the 

Heavens  and  |  all  the  |  Powers  there- 
|  in. 

4  To  Thee  Cherubim  and  |  Ser-a-  |  phim  || 

con-  |  tin-ual-  |  ly  do  |  cry, 

5  Holy  |  Ho-ly  |  Ho-ly  ||  Lord  \  God  of  |  Sab- 

a-  |  oth  ; 

6  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  the  |  Maj- 

es-  |  ty  ||  of  |  Thy  —  |  Glor-  —  |  ry. 

7  The  glorious  company  |  of  •  the  A-  |  postles 

||  praise  \ |  -     -  |  Thee. 

8  The  goodly  fellowship  \  of  the  |  Prophets  || 

praise  \  -     -  \ |  Thee. 

9  The  noble  \  army  *  of  |  Martyrs  ||  praise  \ 

I I  Thee 

10  The  holy   Church   throughout  |  all  the 

world  ||  doth  \  —  ac  -  |  knowl  -  edge 
Thee  ; 

11  The  |  Fa |  ther  ||  of  an  |  in-  •  finite  | 

Maj-es-  |  ty  ;   . 

12  Thine  a-  '|  dor-  *  able,  |  true  ||  and  \  on- 

-  |  -  ly  |  Son  ; 

13*  Also  the  |  Holy     Ghost  ||  the  \  Com 

I  fort-  —  |  er. 


*  Last  half  of  Chant. 


SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING.  675 

14  Thou  art  the  |  King  of  |  Glory  ||  O  j 

| |  Christ. 

15  Thou  art  the  ever-  \  last-ing  |  Son  ||  of  \ 

-  the  |  Fa-  —  |  ther. 

16  When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  de-  |  liv- 

er |  man  ||  Thou  didst  humble 
to  be  |  born  —  |  of  a  |  Virgin. 

17  When  Thou  hadst  overcome   the  |  sharp- 

ness •  of  |  death  ||  Thou  didst  open  the 
Kingdom  of  |  Heaven  •  to  j  all  be-  | 
lievers. 

18  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  \  hand  of  |  God  | 

in  the  |  Glo-ry  |  of  the  |  Father. 

19  We  believe  that  |  Thou  shalt  |  come  ||  to  \ 

be  —  |  our  —  |  Judge. 

20  We  therefore  pray  Thee  |  help  Thy  |  ser- 

vants ||  whom  Thou  hast  redeemed  \ 
with  Thy  |  pre-cious  |  blood. 

21  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  Thy 

|  Saints  ||  in  \  glo-ry  |  ev-er-  |  lasting. 

22  O  Lord      save  Thy  |  people  ||  and  \  bless 

Thine  |  her-it-  |  age. 

23  O-ov-  |  —  ern  |  them  ||  and  \  lift  them  [  up 

for-  |  ever. 

24  Day  |  by  —  |  day  ||  we  \  mag-ni-  |  f y  —  | 

Thee; 

25  And   we  |  worship  •  Thy  |  Name  ||  e^er  | 

world  with-  |  out  —  |  end. 

26  Vouch-  |  safe  O  |  Lord  ||  to  keep  us  this 

|  day  with-  |  out  —  |  sin. 

27  O   Lord  '  have  |  mercy   •   up-      on   us  || 

have  \  mercy  •  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 


676  SELECTIONS   FOR   CHANTING. 


28  O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  \  be  up-  |  on  us  || 

as  our  |  trust  —  |  is  in  |  Thee. 

29  0  Lord,  in  Thee  \  have  I  |  trusted  ||  let  me 

|  nev-er  |  be  con-  |  founded. 

905 

1  BLESSED  be  the  Lord  God  of  |  Is-ra-  |  el  || 

for  He  hath  visited  \  and  re-  |  deem-ed 
•  His  |  people  : 

2  And  hath  raised  up  a  mighty  sal-  |  va-tion 

|  for  us  ||  in  the  house  \  of  His  |  servant 
j  David; 

3  As  He  spake  by  the  mouth  of  His  |  ho-ly 

Prophets  ||  which  have  been  \  since  the 
world  be-  |  gan  ; 

4  That  we  should  be  saved  \  from  our  |  ene- 

mies I  and  from  the  hand  of  |  all  that 
|  hate  —  |  us  ; 

5  To  perform  the  mercy  promised  to  |  our 

fore-  |  fathers  ||  and  to  remember  His 
|  ho-ly  |  Cov-e-  |  nant ; 

6  To  perform  the  oath  which   He  sware  to 

our  forefather  I  A-bra-  |  ham  ||  that 
|  He  would  |  give  —  |  us  ; 

7  That  we  being  delivered  out  of  the  hand 

of  our  |  en-e-  |  mies  ||  might  serve  \ 
Him  with-  |  out  —  |  fear ; 

8  In  holiness  and  righteous-  \  ness  be-  |  fore 

Him  I  all  the  |  days  of  |  our  —  |  life. 

9  And  thou  Child,  shalt  be  called  the  Prophet 

|  of  the  |  Highest  ||  for  thou  shalt  go 
before  the  face  of  the  Lord  \  to  pre- 
|  pare  His  |  ways ; 


SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING.  677 

10  To  give  knowledge  of  salvation  |  unto  • 

His  |  people  ||  for  the  re-  |  mis-sion  |  of 
their  |  sins, 

11  Through  the  tender  mercy  \  of  our  |  God  || 

whereby  the  day-spring  from  on  |  high 
hath  |  visit-  •  ed  us  ; 

12  To  give  light  to  them  that  sit  in  darkness, 

and  in  the  |  shadow  •  of  |  death  ||  and 
to  guide  our  feet  \  into  •  the  |  way  of 
|  peace. 

Glory  be  to  the  .Zfather  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  | 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev-er 
|  shall  be  [  world  without  |  end.  —  |  A- 
—  |  men. 

906 

1  O  BE  joyful  in  the  Lord  \  all  ye  |  lands  || 

serve  the  Lord  with  gladness,  and  come 
before  His  |  pres-ence  |  with  a  |  song. 

2  Be  ye  sure  that  the  Lord  |  He  is  |  God  ||  it 

is  He  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we 
ourselves,  we  are  His  people  and  the 
|  sheep  of  |  His  —  |  pasture. 

3  O  go  your  way  into  His  gates  with  thanks- 

giving, and  into  His  |  courts  with  | 
r raise  ||  be  thankful  unto  Him  and 
speak  good  |  of  His  |  Name. 

4  For  the  Lord  is  gracious,   His  mercy  is  | 

ev-er-  |  lasting  ||  and  His  truth  endureth 
from  gener-  \  ation  *  to  |  gen-er-  |  ation. 

Glory  be  to  the  father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  \  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost  ; 


678  SELECTIONS   FOR   CHANTING. 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ever 
|  shall  be  |  world  without  |  end.  —  |  A- 

—  |  men. 

907 

HO-LY,  ho-ly,  ho-ly  Lord  God  of  Hosts  ; 
Heav'n  and  earth  are  full  of  Thy  glo-ry, 
Glo-ry  be  to  Thee,  O  Lord  most  High. 

908 

1  O  SING  unto  the  Lord  a  |  new  —  |  song  | 
for  He  hath  |  done  —  |  mar-vellous 
things. 

With  His  own  right  hand  and  with  His 
ho-ly  arm  |  hath  He  |  gotten  •  Him- 
self the  |  victory. 

3  The  Lord  declared  \  His  sal-  |  vation  ||  His 

righteousness  hath  He  openly  showed  in 
the  |  sight  —  |  of  the  |  heathen. 

4  He  hath  remembered  His  mercy  and  truth 

toward  the  house  of  |  Israel  ||  and  all 
the  ends  of  the  world  have  seen  the 
sal-  |  va-tion  |  of  our  |  God. 

5  Show  yourselves  joyful  unto  the  Lord  \  all 

ye  |  lands  |  sing  re-  |  joice  and  |  give  — 
|  thanks. 

6  Praise  the  Lord  up-  |  on  the  |  harp  ||  sing 

to  the  harp  with  a  |  psalm  of  |  thanks- 

—  |  giving. 

7  With  trumpets  \  also  •  and  |  shawms  ||  O 

show  yourselves  joyful  be-  |  fore  the 
Lord  the  |  King. 

8  Let  the  sea  make  a  noise,  and  all  that  | 

there  -  in  |  is  |  the  round  world  and 
|  they  that  |  dwell  there-  |  in. 


SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING.  679 

9  Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands  and  let  the 
hills  be  joyful  together  be-  |  fore  the 
|  Lord  ||  for  He  |  cometh  •  to  |  judge 
the  |  earth. 

10  With  righteousness  shall  He  |  judge  the 
world  ||  and  the  |  peo  -  pie  |  with  - 
equity. 

Glory  be  to  the  father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost  ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev-er 
|  shall  be  ||  world  without  |  end. —  |  A- 
—  |  men. 

909 

1  GOD  be  merciful  unto  |  us  and  |  bless  us  || 

and  show  us  the  light  of  His  counte- 
nance, and  be  |  merci-  •  ful  |  un-to  |  us; 

2  That  Thy  way  may  be  known  up-  |  on  —  | 

earth  ||  Thy  saving  [  health  a-  |  mong 
all  |  nations. 

3  Let  the  people  praise  \  Thee  O  |  God  ||  yea 

let  |  all  the  |  peo-ple  |  praise  Thee. 

4  0  let  the  nations  rejoice  \  and  be  |  glad  || 

for  Thou  shalt  judge  the  folk  right- 
eously, and  govern  the  |  nations  •  up- 
|  on  —  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  praise  \  Thee  O  |  God  ||  yea 

let  |  all  the  |  peo-ple  |  praise  Thee. 

6  Then  shall  the  earth  bring  |  forth  her  |  in- 

crease ||  and  God,  even  our  own  God 
shall  |  give  —  |  us  His  |  blessing. 

7  *  God  |  shall  —  |  bless  us  |  and  all  the  ends 

of  the  |  world  shall  |  fear  —  I  Him. 


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680  SELECTIONS  FOR  CHANTING. 

Glory  be  to  the  ./father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev- 
er |  shall  be  |  world  without  |  end.  —  | 
A |  men. 

910 

1  IT  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  \  unto  • 

the  |  Lord  ||  and  to  sing  praises  unto 
Thy  Name  |  O  —  |  Most  -  |  Highest. 

2  To   tell   of   Thy   loving-kindness    early    in 

the  |  morning  |  and  of  Thy  truth  in 
the  |  night season. 

3  Upon   an   instrument   of   ten  strings   and 

up-  |  on  the  |  lute  f  upon  a  loud  in- 
stvument  and  up-  j  on  the  |  harp. 

4  For    Thou,    Lord,    hast    made    me    glad    \ 

through  Thy  |  works  ||  and  I  will  re- 
joice in  giving  praise  for  the  oper- 
|  a-tions  |  of  Thy  |  hands. 

Glory  be  to  the  father  and  •  to  the  |  Son  | 
and  |  to  the  Ho-ly  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev- 
er |  shall  be  |  world  without  |  end.  —  | 
A |  men. 

911 

1  PRAISE   the   Lord  |  0   my  |  soul   ||   and    all 

that  is  within  me  |  praise  His  |  ho-ly 
|  Name. 

2  Praise  the  Lord    O  my  |  soul  ||  and  for- 

get not  |  all  His  \  benefits ; 

3  Who  for^eth  J  all  thy  |  sin  j|  and  healeih 

|  all  —  |  thine  in-  |  nrmities  ; 


SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING.  681 


4  Who   saveth  thy   life  \  from  de-  |  struction 

||  and  crowneth  thee  with  |  mercy  *  and 
lov-ing-    kindness ; 

5  O  praise   the   Lord,  ye   angels   of  His,  ye 

that  ex-  |  eel  in  |  strength  |  ye  that 
fulfil  His  commandment,  and  hear&m 
unto  the  |  voice  —  [  of  His  |  word. 

6  O  praise  the  Lord  all  |  ye  His  |  hosts  ||  ye 

servants  of  |  His  that  |  do  His  |  pleas- 
ure. 

7*O  speak  good  of  the  Lord,  all  ye  works 
of  His,  in  all  places  of  |  His  do-  |  min- 
ion I  praise  thou  the  |  Lord  —  O  my 
|  soul. 

Glory  be  to  the  .Father  |  and  *  to  the  |  Son,  || 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and    ev- 
er |  shall  be  ||  world  without  |  end.  - 
|  A —  |  men. 

912 

1  MY  soul  doth  magni-  \  fy  the  |  Lord  ||  and 

my  spirit  hath  re-  joiced  •  in  |  God 
my  |  Saviour. 

2  For  He  |  hath  re-    garded  ||  the  lowli-  \  ness 

of  |  His  hand-  |  maiden. 

8  For  be-  |  hold  from  henceforth  |  all  gen- 
er-  |  ations  •  shall  |  call  me  |  blessed. 

4  For  He  that  is  mighty  hath  |  magni-  •  fied 

|  me  ||  and  \  ho-ly    is  His  |  name. 

5  And    His    mercy    is    on  |  them    that  |  fear 

Him  ||  through-  \  out  all  |  gen-er-  a- 
tions. 


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SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING. 


6  He  hath  showed  strength    with  His  |  arm 

||  He  hath  scattered  the  proud  in  the 
imagiu-  \  a-tion  |  of  their  |  hearts. 

7  He  hath  put  down  the  mighty  \  from  their 

|  seat  I  and  hath  ex-  |  alted  •  the  | 
humble  •  and  |  meek. 

8  He  hath   filled   the    hungry  \  with   good    ' 

things   ||   and  the   rich  He  hath  |  sent 
-  |  empty  •  a-  |  way. 

9  *He  remembering  His  mercy  hath  holpen 

His  servant  |  Is-ra-  |  el  ||  as  He  pro- 
mised to  our  forefathers,  Abraham  \ 
and  his  |  seed  for-  |  ever. 

Glory  be  to  the  .Father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  |  to  the  [  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev- 
er |  shall  be  |  world  without  |  end.  —  | 
A |  men. 

913 

1  LORD,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  de-  | 

part  in  peace  ||  ac-  \  cord-ing  |  to  Thy 
|  word. 

2  For  mine  |  eyes  have  |  seen  ||  Thy  \  —  sal- 

|  va |  tion, 

3  Which  Thou  |  hast  pre-  |  pared  |  before  the 

I  face  of  |  all  —  |  people ; 

4  To  be  a  light  to  j  lighten  •  the  |  Gentiles  || 

and  to  be  the  glory  of  Thy  |  peo-ple  | 
Is-ra-  |  el. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  Ghost ; 


*Last  half  of  Double  Chant. 


SELECTIONS  FOR   CHANTING. 


As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev- 
er |  shall  be  ||  world  without  |  end.  —  | 
A |  men. 

914 

BEFORE   THE   ADMINISTRATION. 

1  THE  mercy  of  the  Lord  is  from  everlasting 

to  everlasting  upon  |  them  that  |  fear 
Him  I  And  His  righteous?zm  |  un-to  | 
children's  |  children. 

2  To  such  as  |  keep  His  |  cove-nant  |  And  to 

those  that  remember  His  com-  |  mand- 
ments  to  |  do  —  |  them. 

3  Suffer  the  little  children  to  come  unto  Me 

and  for-  |  bid  them  |  not  ||  For  of  | 
such  •  is  the  |  kingdom  •  of  |  heaven. 

4  For  the  promise  is  unto  you  and  |  to  your 

|  children  ||  And  to  all  that  are  afar 
off,  even  as  many  as  the  |  Lord  our  | 
God  shall  |  call. 

AFTER   THE   ADMINISTRATION. 

5  Then  will  I  springe  clean  |  water  '  up-  |  on 

you  ||  And  \  ye  shall  ]  be  —  |  clean : 

6  A  new  heart  also  |  will  I  |  give  you  ||  And 

a  new  spirit  |  will  I  |  put  with-  |  in 
you, 

7  And  I  will  take  away  the  stony  heart    out 

of  •  your  |  flesh  ||  And  /  will  |  give  * 
you  a  |  heart  of  |  flesh. 

8  I  will  pour  my  Spirit  up-  |  on  thy  |  seed  || 

And  my  |  blessing  •  up-  |  on  thine  |  off- 
spring : 

9  And  they  shall  spring  up  as  a-  |  mong  the 

|  grass  ||  As  willows  |  by  the  |  wa-ter- 
|  courses. 


684  SELECTIONS   FOR   CHANTING. 

___ 

1  THE  Lord  |  is  my  |  shepherd  |  / 1  shall  —  | 

not —  |  want. 

2  He   maketh   me  to   lie  down   in  |  green  — 

|  pastures  ||  He  leadeth  me  be-  |  side 
the  |  still —  |  waters. 

3  He  re-  |  storeth  •  my  |  soul  ||  He  leadeth  me 

in  the  paths  of  righteousness  |  for  His 
|  name's  —  |  sake. 

4  Yea  though  I  walk   through  the  valley  of 

the  shadow  of  death  I  will  |  fear  no 
|  evil  ||  for  Thou  art  with  me;  Thy  rod 
and  Thy  |  staff  they  corn-fort  |  me. 

5  Thou  preparest   a  table  before  me  in  the 

presence  \  of  mine  |  enemies  |  Thou  an- 
ointest  my  head  with  oil  my  |  cup  —  | 
run-neth  |  over. 

6  Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me 

all  the  days  \  of  my  |  life  ||  and  I  will 
dwell  in  the  house  \  of  the  |  Lord  for- 
|  ever. 

Glory  be  to.  the  father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son  || 
and  |  to  the  \  Ho-ly  |  Ghost; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ever 
|  shall  be  ||  world  without  |  end.  —  | 
A —  |  men. 

916 

1  OUT  of  the  deep  have  I  called  unto  Thee 

O  |  Lord  ||  Lord  hear  my  |  voice. 

2  O  let  Thine  ears  confer  |  well  |  the  voice 

of  my  com-  |  plaint. 


SELECTIONS   FOR  CHANTING.  685 

3  If  Thou,   Lord,   wilt  be   extreme    to  mark 

what  is   done  a-  |  miss  ||  O  Lord,  who 
may  a-  |  bide  it. 

4  For  there  is  mercy  with  |  Thee  |  therefore 

shalt  Thou  be  |  feared. 

5  I  look   for  the   Lord,  my  soul   doth  wait 

for  |  Him  ||  in  His  word  is  my  |  trust. 

6  My  soul  fleeth  unto  the  |  Lord  ||  before  the 

morning  watch,  I  say  before  the  morn- 
ing |  watch. 

7  O  Israel,  trust  in  the   Lord,  for  with  the 

Lord  there  is  |  mercy  ||  and  with  Him 
is  plenteous  re-  |  demption. 

8  And  He  shall  redeem  Isra-  |  el  ||  from  all 

his  sins. 

Glory  be  to  the  ^father,  and  to  the  |   Son  || 
and  to  the  Holy    Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  e^er 
shall  be  ||  world  without  end.  A-  \  men. 

917 

1  BLESSED  are  the  |  poor  in  |  spirit  ||  for  \ 

theirs  •  is  the  |  kingdom  •  of  |  heaven. 

2  Blessed    are   |   they   that    |    mourn  ||  for  \ 

they —  |  shall  be  |  comforted. 

3  Blessed  |  are  the  |  meek  ||  for  \  they  •  shall 

in-  |  herit  •  the  |  earth. 

4  Blessed   are    they    which  do    hunger   and 

thirst  after  |  right-eous-  |  ness  |  for  \ 
they—  |  shall  be  |  filled. 

5  Blessed  are  the  |  mer-ci-  |  ful  ||  for  \  they  * 

shall  ob-  |  tain  —  |  mercy. 

6  Blessed  are  the  |  pure  in  |  heart  ||  for  \  they 

shall  I  see  —  I  God. 


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7  Blessed  are  the  |  peace |  makers  ||  for 

they  shall  be  called  the  |  children  |  of 
—  |  God. 

8  Blessed  are  they  which  are  persecuted  for  | 

righteous-  •  ness'  |  sake  ||  for  \  theirs  •  is 
the  |  kingdom  •  of  |  heaven. 

9  Blessed  are  ye,  when  men  shall  revile  you 

and  |  perse-  •  cute  |  you  ||  and  shall  say 
all  manner  of  evil  against  you  false- 
ly |  for  my  |  sake. 

10  Kejoice  and  be  exceeding  glad,  for  great 
is  your  re-  |  ward  in  |  heaven  ||  for  so 
persecuted  they  the  |  prophets  •  which  | 
were  be-  |  fore  you. 

Glory  be  to  the  father  |  and  •  to  the  Son  | 
and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev- 
er |  shall  be  |  world  without  |  end. —  | 
A  —  |  men. 

918 

1  OUR  Y&ther  which  |  art  in  |  heaven!  ||  Hal- 

lowed  |  be  —  |  Thy  —  |  name. 

2  Thy  |  kingdom  |  come  ||  Thy  will   be    done 

in  earth  |  as  it  |  is  in  |  heaven. 

3  Give  us  this  day  our  |  daily  |  bread  ||  and 

forgive  us  our  debts  as  |  we  for-  |  give 
our  |  debtors. 

4  And  lead  us  not  \  into  *  temp-  |  tation  ||  but 

de-  |  liv-er  |  us  from  |  evil  : 

5  For  Thine  is  the  kingdom  and  the  |  power  • 

and  the  |  glory  ||  for  \  ever.  |  A —  |  men. 


SELECTIONS   FOR   CHANTING.  687 

919 

1 — 9  LORD,  have  mercy  up-on  us,  and  incline 
our  hearts  to  keep  this  law. 

10  Lord,  have  mercy  up-on  us,  and  write 
all  these  Thy  laws  in  our  hearts  we 
beseech  Thee. 

920 

To  DO  good,  to  do  good,  and  to  distribute, 

forget  not ; 
For  with  such  sacrifices,  God  is  well  pleased. 

Whoso  hath  this  world's  good,  and  seeth  his 
brother  have  need,  and  shutteth  up  his 
compassion  from  him  :  How  dwelleth  the 
love  of  God  in  him  ? 

Give  alms  of  thy  goods,  and  never  turn  thy 
face  from  any  poor  man,  and  then  the 
face  of  the  Lord  shall  not  be  turned 
away  from  thee. 

ON  THE  PRESENTATION  OF  THE  ALMS. 

All  things  come  of  Thee,  O  Lord  ;  and  of 
Thine  own  have  we  given  Thee.  Amen. 

921 

GLORY  be  to  the  father  |  and  •  to  the  |  Son 
||  and  |  to  the  |  Ho-ly  |  Ghost ; 

As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now  and  |  ev-er 
shall  be  |  world  without  |  end.  —  \  A- 


1  Gloria  Patri. 
See  Chant  No.  921. 

2  L.  M. 
See  Hymn  No.  1. 

3  L.  M.     61. 

To  GOD  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

/.  Watts. 

4  L.  M.     81. 

ALL  might  and  wisdom,  Lord  !  are  Thine  : 
From  age  to  age  Thy  •  splendors  shine, 
Thy  righteousness,  Thy  radiant  grace  — 
Eternal  light  Thy  dwelling-place. 
O  God  —  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit  —  Holy,  Mighty,  One  ! 
We  praise,  we  bless  Thee,  and  adore  : 
To  Thee,  all  glory  evermore  ! 

E.  G.  Greene. 

5  C.  M. 

To  FATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  wre  adore, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  ever  more. 

TaU  and  Brady. 

6  C.  M.     81. 
LET  thrones  and  powers  in  heaven  give  praise; 

Let  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Thy  Name  exalt  to  endless  days, 
Who  art  the  only  Lord. 

(688) 


DOXOLOGIES. 


O  Holy,  Blessed,  Mighty  One, 

Thou  God  whom  we  adore  ; 
To  Thee,  all  glory  !  —  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit  —  evermore. 

E.  G.  Greene. 

7  S.  M. 
ETERNAL,  Holy  Lord  ! 

Thy  Name  we  glorify  — 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  — 
Jehovah,  God  Most  High. 

E.  G.  Greene. 

8  H.  M.  or  6,6,6,6,8,8. 
O  BLESSED,  Holy  One  ! 

All  worship,  praise,  and  Love, 
To  Thee  —  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit  —  God  above  ! 
Let  earth  and  heaven  with  one  accord 
Sing  Thine  eternal  glory,  Lord. 

E.  G.  Greene. 

9  6s,  4s.     71. 
O  GOD,  most  Glorious  One  — 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  —  blest ! 
To  Thee  whom  we  adore, 
Who  wast  all  worlds  before, 
And  shalt  be  evermore, 

Be  praise  addressed. 

E.  G.  Greene. 

10  7s,  6s.     81. 
O  MIGHTY  God  and  Holy, 

Fount  of  unchanging  grace, 
"Whose  mercy  ever  shineth- — 

The  brightness  of  Thy  face  ; 
To  Thee,  all  praise  and  glory, 

Thou  God  of  love  and  might  ! 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  — 

Thou  uncreated  Light  ! 

R.  G.  Greene. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


11  7s. 
THEE,  Eternal  God,  Most  High, 

Thee  we  laud  and  magnify  ; 
Glorious  o'er  the  heavenly  host  — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

R.  G.  Greene. 

12  8s,  7s. 
PRAISE  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 

Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

Anon. 

13  8s,  7s.     61. 
PRAISE  and  honor  to  the  Father, 

Praise  and  honor  to  the  Son, 
Praise  and  honor  to  the  Spirit, 

Ever  Three  and  ever  One  ; 
One  in  might  and  one  in  glory 

While  eternal  ages  run. 

J.  M.  Neale. 

14  8,7,8,7,4,7. 
GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 

Glory,  Glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

H.  Bonar. 

15  10s. 

O  FATHER  and  Son  and  Spirit,  above  — 
Thou  God  only  One  !   to  Thee  be  all  love : 
From  earth  and    from   heaven,   all  glory  to 

Thee, 
As  ever  was  given  and  ever  shall  be. 

R.  G.  Greene. 


'0  prater 

OUR  FATHER  WHICH  ART  IN  HEAVEN,  HAL- 
LOWED   BE   THY    NAME,    THY    KINGDOM 
COME,  THY  WILL  BE  DONE  IN  EARTH  AS  IT  IS 
IN    HEAVEN  ;  GIVE    US    THIS    DAY    OUR    DAILY 
BREAD,  AND   FORGIVE   US   OUR  DEBTS,  AS   WE 
FORGIVE   OUR    DEBTORS  ;    AND    LEAD    US   NOT 
INTO  TEMPTATION,  BUT  DELIVER  US  FROM  EVIL; 
FOR  THINE  is  THE  KINGDOM,  AND  THE  POWER, 
AND  THE  GLORY,  FOR  EVER.     AMEN. 
Also  No.  918  set  to  a  chant. 


ZTbe  Commandments 

GOD  spake  all  these  words,  saying,  I  am 
the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought 
thee   out   of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the 
house  of  bondage. 

I.  —  Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before 
Me. 

II.  —  Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any 
graven  image,  or   any  likeness  of   any  thing 
that   is   in  heaven  above,  or  that   is   in  the 
earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under 
the  earth  :  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself 
to   them,    nor    serve    them :  for   I   the   Lord 
thy  God  am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniq- 
uity of  the  fathers   upon  the    children  unto 
the    third    and    fourth    generation   of    them 
that    hate     me ;     and   showing    mercy   unto 
thousands   of  them  that  love  Me,  and  keep 
My  commandments. 

III.  —  Thou   shalt   not  take   the  Name   of 
the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain ;  for  the  Lord  will 

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THE   COMMANDMENTS. 


not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  His  Name 
in  vain. 

IV.  —  Remember  the   Sabbath-day,  to  keep 
it  holy.     Six  days   shalt   thou  labor,  and  do 
all   thy    work :    but   the    seventh  day   is  the 
Sabbath   of   the    Lord   thy  God  ;  in   it  thou 
shalt   not   do   any  work,  thou,  nor   thy  son, 
nor   thy  daughter,  thy  man-servant,  nor  thy 
maid-servant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  thy  stranger 
that  is  within  thy  gates  ;  for  in  six  days  the 
Lord  made    heaven   and   earth,  the  sea,  and 
all  that  in  them   is,  and   rested  the  seventh 
day :    wherefore   the   Lord  blessed  the    Sab- 
bath-day, and  hallowed  it. 

V.  —  Honor   thy   father   and   thy  mother  : 
that  thy  days   may  be   long  upon   the  land 
which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

VI.— Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII.  —  Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII.  —  Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX.  —  Thou    shalt   not   bear    false   witness 
against  thy  neighbor. 

X.  —  Thou  shalt   not   covet  thy  neighbor's 
house,  thou   shalt  not   covet   thy  neighbor's 
wife,    nor  his    man-servant,    nor    his    maid- 
servant,   nor   his   ox,    nor   his   ass,    nor   any 
thing  that  is  thy  neighbor's. 

Musical  responses  No.  919. 

Hear  also  what  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ 
saith :  Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God 
with  all  thy  heart,  and  with  all  thy  soul, 
and  with  all  thy  mind.  This  is  the  first  and 
great  commandment.  And  the  second  is 
like  unto  it  :  Thou  shalt  love  thy  neighbor 
as  thyself.  On  these  two  commandments 
hang  all  the  law  and  the  prophets. 


flnbey  of  jfirst  lines 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have 524 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 735 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 

See  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 372 

A  hymn  of  glory  let  us  sing 305 

A  mighty  fortress  is  our  God 636 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing 669 

A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger,  I  journey 791 

A  voice  by  Jordan's  shore 179 

Abide  with  me:  fast  falls  the  even-tide 90 

Above  the  clear  blue  sky 762 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 675 

Again  as  evening's  shadow  falls 103 

Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest 115 

Again  the  Lord's  own  day  is  here 138 

Again  the  morn  of  gladness 114 

Ah !  the  heart  that  has  forsaken 467 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 270 

All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 248 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus1  name 333 

All  is  bright  and  cheerful  round  us 759 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices 195 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 2 

All  praise  to  Thee,  eternal  Lord 191 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night 84 

Alleluia!  Alleluia!  hearts  to  heaven 300 

Alleluia!  fairest  morning 113 

Alleluia !  sing  to  Jesus 330 

Alleluia!  song  of  sweetness 778 

Alleluia!  The  strife  is  o'er 295 

Almighty  Father,  bless  the  word 52 

Almighty  Father,  heaven  and  earth 719 

Almighty  God,  Thy  .yvord  is  cast 54 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 553 

And  now  the  wants  are  told 44 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 192 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 302 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 131 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 38 

Arise,  O  King  of  Grace,  arise 125 

Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord 653 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 771 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 386 


694  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


As  now  the  sun's  declining  rays 82 

AB  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet 246 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams 591 

As  pants  the  wearied  hart  for  cooling 32 

As  shadows  cast  by  cloud  and  sun 200 

As  the  sun  doth  daily  rise 56 

As  with  gladness  men^of  old 211 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 802 

At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set  88 

At  evening  time  let  there  be  light 626 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 676 

At  the  name  of  Jesus 837 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 24 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 58 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  j<5yful  lays 846 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 552 

Awake,  ye  saints,  awake 136 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 20 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme 169 

Behold  a  strangers  at  the  door 847 

Behold  the  Bridegroom  cometh 319 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 338 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God 391 

Behold,  the  Master  passeth  by 382 

Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now 59 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 504 

Behold  what  wondrous  grace 424 

Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form 234 

Beneath  the  cross  of  Jesus 425 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross 695 

Bethlehem,  not  the  least  of  cities 214 

Blessed  city,  heavenly  Salem 779 

Blessed  night,  when  Bethlehem's  plain 181 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love 285 

Blessing  and  honor  and  glory  and  power 818 

Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart 525 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 623 

Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord ^  520 

Blest  day  of  God,  most  calm,  most  bright 123 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow t...  398 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  Thee  we  feed 662 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken 668 

Break  Thou  the  bread  of  life,  dear  Lord 664 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian 599 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 787 

Bright  and  joyful  is  the  morn 182 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 209 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 768 

By  Christ  redeemed,  in  Christ  restored 671 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 649 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 531 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm 514 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN. 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 194 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 609 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 475 

Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored 747 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 860 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  foundation 731 

Christ  is  our  corner-stone 729 

Christ  is  risen,  Christ  is  risen 293 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 478 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  again 301 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day 299 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 62 

Christian,  dost  thou  see  them 606 

Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose 605 

Christians,  awake,  salute  the  happy 190 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 356 

Come  every  pious  heart  342 

Come  hither,  ye  faithful 186 

Come,  Eloly  Ghost,  in  love . .  ....  365 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire 639 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 349 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  with 358 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,  with 364 

Come,  Jesus,  from  the  sapphire  throne 728 

Come,  let  us  all  unite  and  sing 765 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 334 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 471 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 325 

Come,  my  soul,  thou  must  be  waking 64 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 505 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 355 

Come,  pure  hearts,  in  sweetest  measures 370 

Come,  said  Jesus1  sacred  voice 383 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 31 

Come,  Thou  almighty  King 15 

Come,  Thou  desire  of  all  Thy  saints 29 

Come,  Thou  fount  of  every  blessing 446 

Come,  Thou  long  expected  Jesus 180 

Come  to  our  poor  nature's  night 359 

Come  unto  Me,  when  shadows  darkly  596 

Come  unto  Me,  ye  weary 378 

Come,  we  who  love  the  Lord 23 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 568 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem 312 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  strain 297 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 746 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

See  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 574 

Creator  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 360 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 30 

Crown  His  head  with  endless  blessing 5 

Darkly  rose  the  guilty  morning 263 

Day  is  dying  in  the  west 854 


696  INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINES. 


Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 734 

Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side 774 

Dear  Lord  and  Father  of  mankind 496 

Dear  Lord  and  Master  mine 545 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 588 

Dear  Saviour,  we  are  Thine 622 

Deck  thyself,  my  soul,  with  gladness 659 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 404 

Dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing,  Lord 53 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord 510 

Draw  nigh  and  take  the  body  of  the  Lord 673 

Draw  nigh,  draw  nigh,  Emmanuel 178 

Drawn  to  the  cross,  which  Thou  hast 859 

Earth  below  is  teeming 740 

Earth  has  nothing  s\veet  or  fair 476 

Eternal  Father !  strong  to  save 756 

Eternal  Father,  when  to  Thee 145 

Eternal  Light!  Eternal  Light 394 

Eternal  source  of  every  joy 732 

Ever  patient,  gentle,  meek 282 

Every  morning  mercies  new 63 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is 843 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus,  Ruler  of  all  nature 229 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 517 

Far  o'er  you  horizon 556 

Father,  again  in  Jesus1  name  we  meet 33 

Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power 109 

Father,  I  know  lhat  all  my  life 434 

Father,  let  me  dedicate 737 

Father  of  all,  from  land  and  sea K33 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound 1 44 

Father  of  Heaven,  who  hast  created  all 047 

Father  of  love,  our  guide  and  friend 586 

Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 371 

Father,  the  light  and  darkness 811 

Father,  whatever  of  earthly  bliss 51 1 

Fierce  raged  the  tempest  o'er  the  deep 226 

Fierce  was  the  wild  billow 240 

Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might 570 

Fling  out  the  banner!  let  it  float. 698 

For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord 617 

For  all  the  saints  who  from  their  labors 614 

For  the  beauty  of  the  earth 827 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 788 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 733 

Forever  with  the  Lord 784 

Forgive,  O  Lord,  the  doubts  that  break 584 

Forth  in  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  I  go 825 

Forty  days  and  forty  nights 265 

Forward !  be  our  watchword 555 

Fountain  of  good,  to  own  Thy  love 721 

Fountain  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free 536 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  697 


Friend  of  sinners,  Lord  of  glory 315 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 3 

From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare 616 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 528 

From  glory  unto  glory 738 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 690 

From  the  cross,  uplifted  high 387 

From  the  eastern  mountains 212 

From  the  table  now  retiring 670 

Gentle  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 805 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 45 

Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 625 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 574 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 632 

Glory  and  praise  and  honor 

See  All  glory,  laud,  and  honor 248 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  God  whose  glory 820 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 35 

Glory  be  to  Jesus,  Who  in  bitter  pain 268 

Glory  to  God  on  high 346 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God  this  night 

See  All  praise  to  Thee 84 

Go  down,  great  sun,  into  thy  golden  west 628 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier 601 

Go  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent 642 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 274 

God  Almighty,  in  Thy  temple 769 

God  bless  our  native  land 751 

God  calling  yet ;  shall  I  not  hear 380 

God  Eternal,  mighty  King 173 

God,  in  the  Gospel  of  His  Son 376 

God  is  love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 151 

God  is  the  refuge  of  His  saints 535 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 167 

God,  my  King,  Thy  might  confessing 17 

God  of  my  life,  Thy  boundless  grace 457 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call 597 

God  of  our  fathers,  Whose  almighty  hand 755 

God  of  pity,  God  of  grace 413 

God  of  the  living,  in  whose  eyes 807 

God  of  the  prophets,  bless  the  prophets1  sons 646 

God  shall  charge  His  angel  legions 

See  Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation 531 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 80 

God,  the  all -merciful,  earth  has  forsaken 752 

God,  the  all-terrible,  earth  has  forsaken 

See  God  the  all-merciful 752 

God  the  Father,  be  Thou  near 91 

God  the  Lord  a  King  remaineth 175 

Golden  harps  are  sounding 310 

Grace,  't  is  a  charming  sound 247 

Gracious  Saviour,  gentle  shepherd 650 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost 347 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Grant  us  Thy  light 

See  O  grant  us  light 357 

Great  God,  how  infinite  are  Thou 108 

Great  God,  to  Thee  my  evening  song 110 

Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear 320 

Great  God,  who  knowest  each  man's  need 89 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God G31 

Great  King  of  nations,  hear  our  prayer. 754 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 530 

Hail,  all  hail  the  joyful  morn 183 

Hail  !  sacred  day  of  earthly  rest 134 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 308 

Hail  !  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory 619 

Hail  !  Thou  once  despised  Jesus 332 

Hail  !  Thou  source  of  every  blessing 213 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 710 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed ..  691 

Hail  to  the  Sabbath  day 126 

Hark !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding 314 

Hark !  hark !  my  soul,  angelic  songs  are  813 

Hark !  hark !  the  organ  loudly  peals 839 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 384 

Hark !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 344 

Hark,  the  glad  sound!  the  Saviour  comes 199 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing 187 

Hark !  the  loud  celestial  hymn 140 

Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee 683 

Hark!  the  sound  of  holy  voices 781 

Hark !  the  voice  of  Jesus  crying 462 

Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 272 

Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 189 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 188 

He  is  coming,  He  is  coming 317 

He  is  gone  :  a  cloud  of  light 307 

Heal  me,  O  my  Saviour,  heal 416 

Hear  our  prayer,  O  Heavenly  Father 99 

Hear  us,  Thou  that  broodest 844 

Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  has  spoken 780 

Hearts  to  heaven  and  voices  raise 

See  Alleluia!  Alleluia!  Hearts  to  heaven 300 

Heavenly  Father,  send  Thy  blessing 760 

Here,  O  my  Lord,  I  see  Thee  face  to  face 666 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  Eternal  God 18 

His  are  the  thousand  sparkling  rills 421 

Holy  Father,  cheer  our  way 95 

Holy  Father,  hear  my  cry 484 

Holy  Ghost !  cc me  down 842 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite 

See  Come  to  our  poor  nature's  night 359 

Holy  Ghost  with  light  divine 352 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  Lord  God  Almighty 9 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  God  of  hosts 139 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord  God  of  hosts!  when 141 


INDEX  OF  FIRST   LINES. 


Holy  night,  peaceful  night 772 

Holy  offerings,  rich  and  rare 459 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  light 353 

Honor  and  glory,  thanksgiving  and  praise 819 

Hosanna !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 335 

Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord 10 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 645 

How  beauteous  on  the  mountains 685 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine 219 

How  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine 782 

How  charming  is  the  place 21 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 612 

How  gentle  God's  commands 569 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 135 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 373 

How  shall  I  follow  Him  I  serve 221 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 485 

Hushed  was  the  evening  hymn 767 

I  adore  Thee,  I  adore  Thee 473 

I  am  trusting  Thee,  Lord  Jesus 456 

I  bow  my  forehead  to  the  dust 534 

I  could  not  do  without  Thee 480 

I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  life  may  be 587 

I  gave  My  life  for  Thee 

iSee  Thy  life  was  given  for  me 458 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 231 

I  hunger  and  I  thirst 497 

I  know  no  life  divided 408 

I  know  not  what  the  future  hath 

See  I  bow  my  forehead  to  the  dust 534 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives 339 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 494 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee 444 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 630 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 857 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 554 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 495 

I  sing  the  almighty  power  of  God 174 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story 773 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 845 

I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 540 

I  would  not  live  ahvay 850 

If  thou  but  suffer  God  to  guide  thee 

See  Leave  God  to  order  all 613 

Immortal  love,  forever  full 230 

In  exile  here  we  wander 798 

In  full  and  glad  surrender 466 

In  heavenly  love  abiding 460 

In  loud  exalted  strains 730 

In  myriad  forms,  by  myriad  names 832 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 273 

In  the  hour  of  trial 583 

In  the  name  of  God,  the  Father -660 


700  INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


In  Thy  name,  O  Lord,  assembling 86 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 105 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 193 

It  is  not  death  to  die 804 

I've  found  the  Pearl  of  greatest  price 858 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 794 

Jerusalem  the  glorious 790 

Jerusalem  the  golden 789 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 821 

Jesus  came,  the  heavens  adoring 313 

Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day 298 

Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee 433 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  sacred  name 487 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 455 

Jesus,  King  of  Glory,  throned  above  the 766 

Jesus  lives !  thy  terrors  now 288 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  glory 426 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 592 

Jesus,  Master,  whom  I  serve 561 

Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am 276 

Jesus,  meek  and  gentle 763 

Jesus,  meek  and  lowly 283 

Jesus,  merciful  and  mild 506 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  my  all 503 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 579 

Jesus,  my  strength,  my  hope 518 

Jesus,  name  all  names  above 529 

Jesus,  name  of  wondrous  love 477 

Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 559 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me 848 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 701 

Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep 98 

Jesus,  Son  of  God  most  high 227 

Jesus  spreads  his  banner  o'er  us 661 

Jesus,  still  lead  on 603 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me 764 

Jesus,  the  calm  that  fills  my  breast 851 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend 410 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  is  sweet 489 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 481 

Jesus,  these  eyes  have  never  seen 484 

Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 393 

Jesus,  Thou  joy  of  loving  hearts 658 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 501 

Jesus,  Thy  name  I  love 245 

Jesus,  to  Thy  table  led 674 

Jesus  wept  !  those  tears  are  over 217 

Jesus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet 727 

Jesus,  who  can  be  once  compared  with 604 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 198 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 411 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong 158 


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Lamp  of  our  feet,  whereby  we  trace 374 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling 814 

Lead  us,  heavenly  Father,  lead  as 533 

Lead  us,  O  Father,  in  the  paths  of  peace 585 

Leave  God  to  order  all  thy  ways 613 

Let  no  tears  to-day  be  shed 803 

Let  our  choir  new  anthems  raise 607 

Let  saints  on  earth  in  concert  sing 621 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 147 

Lift  up,  lift  up  your  voices  now 289 

Lift  up  your  heads,  rejoice 322 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates 432 

Lift  your  glad  voices  in  triumph  on  high 294 

Light  of  light,  enlighten  me 74 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 329 

Light  of  the  world  !  Whose  kind  and 853 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 316 

Light's  abode,  celestial  Salem 7'J9 

Lo  !  God  is  here  ;  let  us  adore 156 

Lo  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending 326 

Lo,  the  dayof  rest  declineth 47 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day 700 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious 306 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee 237 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 41 

Lord,  forever  at  Thy  side 452 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night 72 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost ,350 

Lord,  her  watch  Thy  church  is  keeping 705 

Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine 429 

Lord,  I  believe  :  Thy  power  I  own 512 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 500 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 05 

Lord,  in  this  Thy  mercy's  day 415 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 589 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee 401 

Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion.' 284 

Lord  Jesus,  think  on  me 526 

Lord  Jesus,  Thou  the  lost  to  seek 509 

Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 258 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went 716 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 153 

Lord  of  glory,  Thou  hast  bought  us 717 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might. 412 

Lord  of  our  life,  and  God  of  our  salvation 634 

Lord  of  power,  Lord  of  might 37 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  hear 644 

Lord  of  the  living  harvest 643 

Lord  of  the  Sabbath,  hear  us  pray 120 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 25 

Lord,  speak  to  me,  that  I  may  speak 641 

Lord,  this  day  Thy  children  meet 775 

Lord  !  Thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me 155 


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Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heavens 

See  Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 12 

Lord,  Thy  ransomed  church  Is  waking 318 

Lord,  Thy  word  abideth 377 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 39 

Lord,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne 28 

Lord,  who  at  Cana's  wedding  feast 680 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 11 

Love  divine,  all  loves  excelling 527 

Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine 454 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 492 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour 46 

Mighty  God,  while  angels  bless  Thee 331 

More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ 439 

Morn's  roseate  hues  have  decked  the  sky 287 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 558 

My  country  !  't  is  of  thee 753 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 8.56 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 218 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee * 443 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 465 

My  God  and  Father,  while  I  stray 503 

My  God,  and  is  Thy  table  spread 655 

My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love 61 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art 171 

My  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 

See  Thou,  O  my  Jesus 542 

My  God,  I  thank  Thee,  who  hast  made. 594 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 75 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 519 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 486 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 438 

My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt, 576 

My  Lord,  my  Love,  was  crucified 128 

My  Saviour,  I  am  Thine 

See  Dear  Saviour,  we  are  Thine 622 

My  sins,  my  sins,  my  Saviour 'J51 

My  song  shall  be  of  mercy 580 

My  soul  awake  !  thy  rest  forsake 67 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 572 

My  spirit,  on  Thy  care 514 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand 538 

Nature,  with  open  volume  stands 259 

Near  the  cross  was  Mary  weeping 262 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 442 

Nearer,  O  God,  to  Thee 440 

New  every  morning  is  the  love 55 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 430 

Not  worthy,  Lord,  to  gather  up 663 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner 688 

Now  from  the  altar  of  my  heart 78 

Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night 100 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God; 831 


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HYMN. 

Now  the  day  is  over 94 

Now  the  laborer's  task  is  o'er 806 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 855 

Now  unto  us  a  child  is  born 

See  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born 203 

Now,  when  the  dusky  shades  of  night 69 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 165 

O  bread  to  pilgrims  given  t-. 67? 

O  brightness  of  the  immortal  Father's 104 

O  brothers,  lift  your  voices 549 

O  cease  my  wandering  soul 395 

O  Christ,  our  hope,  our  heart's  desire 337 

O  come,  all  ye  faithful,  joyful  and 185 

O  come,  all  ye  faithful,  triumphantly 

See  Come  hither,  ye  faithful 186 

O  come  and  mourn  with  me  awhile 261 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 19 

O  come,  O  come,  Emmanuel 178 

O,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 468 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness 118 

O  Father,  hear  my  morning  prayer 68 

O,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing . .  551 

O,  for  a  closer  -walk  with  God 515 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 516 

O  gift  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith 490 

O  God,  before  the  sun's  bright  beams 66 

O  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand 749 

O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 43 

O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 537 

O  God  of  God  !  O  Light  of  Light. 824 

O  God  of  life,  whose  power  benign 146 

O  God  of  mercy,  God  of  might 718 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 172 

O  God,  the  Rock  of  Ages 177 

O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near 656 

O  God,  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess 170 

O  grant  us  light,  that  vye  may  know 357 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims 550 


O  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 657 

O  help  us,  Lord  ;  each  hour  of  need 567 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thy  people  bless 361 

O  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord 143 

O  Holy  Saviour,  friend  unseen 449 

O  how  shall  I  receive  Thee 250 

O  Jesus,  crucified  for  man 264 

O  Jesus,  ever  present 479 

O  Jesus,  I  have  promised 548 

O  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful 482 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace —  , . . . 71 

O  Jesus,  our  Salvation 409 

O  Jesus,  Saviour  of  the  lost 400 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 407 

0  Jesus,  Thou  the  beauty  art 483 


704  INDEX  OF   FIRST  LINES. 


O  Jesus,  we  adore  Thee 269 

O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  Thee 488 

O  King  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sea 152 

O  King  of  mercy,  from  Thy  throne 672 

O  Lamb  of  God,  still  keep  me 427 

O  let  him  whose  sorrow 582 

O  light  of  life,  O  Saviour  dear 77 

O  light,  whose  beams  illumine  all 243 

O  little  town  of  Bethlehem 201 

O  Lord,  be  with  us  when  we  sail 757 

O  Lord,  how  good,  how  great  art  Thou 148 

O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 445 

O  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea 712 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 725 

O  Lord  of  life,  Thy  quickening  voice 70 

O  Lord,  turn  not  Thy  face  away 402 

O  Love  divine  and  golden 681 

O  Love  Divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 469 

O  Love  Divine,  that  stooped  to  share 565 

O  love  !  how  deep,  how  broad,  how  high 222 

O  love  of  God,  how  strong  and  true - 150 

O  Love  that  wilt  not  let  me  go 4?'0 

O  Love,  who  f ormedst  me  to  wear 238 

O  Master,  it  is  good  to  be ^ 223 

O  Master,  let  me  walk  with  Thee 228 

O  mean  may  seem  this  house  of  clay 236 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 795 

O  one  with  God  the  Father 206 

O  Paradise,  O  Paradise 777 

O  perfect  life  of  love 277 

O  perfect  love,  all  human  thought 679 

O  praise  our  God  to-day 562 

O  quickly  come,  dread  Judge  of  all ...   328 

O  Rock  of  ages,  one  foundation 667 

O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 256 

O  sacred  Head,  surrounded 257 

O  saving  victim,  opening  wide 252 

O  Saviour,  precious  Saviour 18 

O  Saviour,  where  shall  guilty  man 396 

O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod 304 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 638 

O  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong 564 

O  sweetly  breathe  the  lyres  above 826 

O  that  the  Lord's  salvation 684 

O  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross 

See  Nature  with  open  volume  stands 259 

O  Thou  before  whose  presence 723 

O  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows 590 

O  Thou  great  Friend  to  all  the  sons 852 

O  Thou  great  Teacher  from  the  skies 720 

O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  friend 420 

O  Thou,  the  eternal  Son  of  God 280 

O  Thon,  who  in  the  pains  of  death 253 

O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 7*26 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  705 


O  timely  happy,  timely  wise 

See  New  every  morning  is  the  love 55 

O  very  God  of  very  God 34 

O  what  if  we  are  Christ's 573 

O  what  the  joy  and  the  glory  must  be 800 

O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 637 

O  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea 240 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 523 

O  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright 239 

O  wondrous  type,  O  vision  fair 224 

O  word  of  God  incarnate 367 

O  worship  the  King  all  glorious  above 7 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking 327 

Of  the  Father's  love  begotten 205 

Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe 598 

On  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 225 

On  our  way  rejoicing  838 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 696 

On  this  day,  the  first  of  days 133 

Once  in  royal  David's  city 204 

One  sole  baptismal  sign 635 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 809 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 472 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 836 

Open  now  thy  gates  of  beauty 27 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 354 

Our  country's  "voice  is  pleading , 689 

Our  day  of  praise  is  done 85 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 

See  O  Gtod,  pur  help 172 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 303 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call 414 

Out  of  the  depths  I  cry  to  Thee 422 

Peace,  perfect  peace  in  this  dark  world 812 

Pleasant  are  Thy  courts  above 6 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 1 

Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits » . . .  834 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven 810 

Praise,  O  praise,  our  God  and  King 744 

Praise  the  Lord,  His  glories  show 159 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore  Him 161 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 743 

Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator 162 

Praise  ye  Jehovah  !  praise  the  Lord  most 816 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 507 

Pressing  forward,  reaching  forward 841 

Prince  of  peace,  control  my  will. 392 

Purer  yet  and  purer  I  would  be 581 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  fro  ward  heart , 828 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 

See  Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers. 324 

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706  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 343 

Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart 560 

Rescue  the  perishing,  care  for  the  dying 122 

Resting  from  His  work  to-day 286 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty 249 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem 693 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 499 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me 390 

Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 687 

Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated 12 

Safely  through  another  week 130 

Saints  of  God  !  the  dawn  is  brightening 709 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise 48 

Saviour,  blessed  Saviour,  listen  while  we 557 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 106 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 770 

Saviour,  now  the  day  is  ending 51 

Saviour,  sprinkle  many  nations 686 

Saviour,  teach  me  day  by  day 450 

Saviour,  Thy  dying  love 441 

Saviour  !  when  in  dust  to  Thee 405 

Saviour,  when  night  involves  the  skies 627 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding 648 

See,  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stands 651 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  triumph 309 

See  the  destined  day  arise 281 

Send  Thou,  O  Lord,  to  every  place 711 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth. 652 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing 184 

Sing  Alleluia  forth  in  duteous  praise 823 

Sing,  O  sing,  this  blessed  morn 196 

Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song 16 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  might : .      22 

Sing,  with  all  the  sons  of  glory 292 

Sing,  ye  faithful,  sing  with  gladness 835 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 385 

Sleep  thy  last  sleep 801 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 108 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 575 

Soldiers  of  the  cross  arise 707 

Soldiers  who  to  Christ  belong 4 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises 547 

Son  of  God,  to  Thee  I  cry 498 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang ..'..-.  149 

Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise 210 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 704 

Souls  of  men,  why  will  ye  scatter 163 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  Thy  power 702 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 563 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayers . .  ? 

Spirit  of  God,  descend  upon  ray  heart 

Spread,  oh  spread,  Thou  mighty  word 368 

Stand,  soldier  of  the  cross 654 


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Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 817 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 600 

Standing  at  the  portal . .  739 

Still,  still  with  Thee,  when  purple 73 

Still  will  we  trust,  tho'  earth  seem  dark 463 

Still  with  Thee,  O  inj  God 522 

Sim  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear 87 

Surrounded  by  unnumbered  foes 830 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King., 119 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 129 

Sweet  is  Thy  mercy,  Lord 521 

Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 50 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 279 

Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me 418 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it 417 

Take  my  life,  and  let  it  be 453 

Take  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said 379 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 624 

Tender  Shepherd,  Thou  hast  stilled 

See  Gentle  Shepherd,  Thou  hast 805 

Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand 783 

The  brightening  dawn  and  voicef  ul  day 86 

The  Church's  one  foundation 633 

The  dawn  of  God's  dear  Sabbath 116 

The  day  is  ended 102 

The  day  is  gently  sinking  to  a  close 92 

The  day  is  past  and  gone Ill 

The  day  is  past  and  over 81 

The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent 112 

The  day  of  praise  is  done 

See  Our  day  of  praise  is  done 85 

The  day  of  resurrection 290 

The  eternal  gates  lift  up  their  heads 

See  The  golden  gates 305 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise 176 

The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up 341 

The  Head  that  once  was  crowned  with 340 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory 369 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord 697 

The  homeland  !  O  the  homeland 861 

The  hours  of  day  are  over 83 

The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is 532 

The  Lord  be  with  us  as  we  bend 49 

The  Lord  is  King,  lift  up  thy  voice 157 

The  Lord's  my  Shepherd,  I'll  not  want 541 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  no  want  shall 611 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 428 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 543 

The  Lord  will  come  and  not  be  slow 708 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 692 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 

See  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born 203 

The  radiant  morn  hath  passed  away 79 


708  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn 776 

The  royal  banners  forward  go 266 

The  Sabbath-day  has  reach'd  its  close 42 

The  saints  of  God,  their  conflict  past 829 

The  sands  of  time  are  sinking 808 

The  shadows  of  the  evening  hours , 93 

The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 602 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 160 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 372 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 381 

The  Star  proclaims  the  King  is  here 215 

The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done 

See  Alleluia!  The  strife  is  o'er 295 

The  sun  is  sinking  fast 76 

The  voice  that  breathed  o'er  Eden 678 

The  way  is  long  and  dreary 419 

The  world  is  very  evil 786 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower 502 

There  is  a  blessed  home 577 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read 375 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 399 

There's  a  friend  for  little  children 761 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away 271 

There  is  a  land  immortal 792 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 797 

There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear 232 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 539 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 

See  Souls  of  men,  why  will  ye  scatter. . .' 163 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 796 

Thine  are  all  the  gifts,  O  God 714 

Thine  arm,  O  Lord,  in  days  of  old 241 

Thine  forever,  God  of  love 451 

Thine  holy  day  's  returning 117 

This  day  at  Thy  creating  word 132 

This  is  the  day  of  light 121 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 122 

Those  eternal  bowers 785 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour 321 

Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 311 

Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord 491 

Thou  art  the  Way,  to  Thee  alone 233 

Thou  didst  leave  Thy  throne  and  Thy 202 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height 436 

Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose 435 

Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 542 

Thou  to  whom  the  sick  and  dying 216 

Thou,  whose  almighty  word 366 

Thou  whose  unwearied  temple  stands 

See  0  Thou  whose  own  vast  temple 726 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing 610 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three 96 

Throned  upon  the  awful  tree 275 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life 154 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  709 


Through  the  day  Thy  love  hast  spared  us 101 

Through  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow 618 

Thy  life  was  given  for  me 458 

Thy  love  to  me,  O  Christ 437 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 56o 

Thy  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ 397 

Till  He  come,  oh,  let  the  words 665 

'T  is  finished !  so  the  Saviour  cried 267 

'T  is  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow 255 

To  Calvary,  Lord,  in  spirit,  now 278 

To-day  Thy  mercy  calls  us. 388 

To  God  the  only  wise 546 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 336 

To  the  Name  that  brings  salvation 474 

To  Thee,  my  God  and  Saviour 14 

To  Thee,  O  Comforter  divine 351 

To  Thee,  O  dear,  dear  Saviour 461 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  our  hearts  we  raise 745 

To  Thee  our  God,  we  fly 750 

To  Thy  temple  I  repair 40 

To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born 203 

Triumphant  Zion!  lift  thy  head 699 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning 793 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours 107 

Wake,  awake,  for  night  is  flying 323 

Walk  in  the  light,  so  shalt  thou  know 513 

Was  there  ever,  kindest  Shepherd 

See  Souls  of  men,  why  will  ye  scatter 163 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 682 

We  are  but  strangers  here 578 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 706 

We  give  immortal  praise 142 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 713 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  O  God,  this  day 748 

We  march,  we  march,  to  victory  840 

We  may  not  climb  the  heavenly  steeps 

See  Immortal  love,  forever  full 230 

We  plough  the  fields,  and  scatter 741 

We  saw  Thee  not  when  Thou  didst  come 242 

We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died 260 

We  stand  in  deep  repentance 389 

We  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  this  fair  earth 815 

We  would  see  Jesus'  for  the  shadows : 629 

Weary  of  earth,  and  laden  with  my  sin 423 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 137 

Welcome,  happy  morning 291 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest. ...  127 

What  are  these  in  bright  array 620 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 235 

What  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright 208 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God 164 


710  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN. 

When  cold  our  hearts,  and  far  from  Thee 508 

When,  doomed  to  death,  the  apostle  lay 724 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view  595 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from  heaven 363 

WThen  I  can  read  my  title  clear 608 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 254 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 715 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 207 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 57 

When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 571 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 60 

When  the  day  of  toil  is  done 97 

When  the  weary,  seeking  rest 493 

When  through  the  torn  sail 758 

WThen  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 403 

Where'er  have  trod  Thy  sacred  feet 220 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 197 

While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 166 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun  736 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 

See  What  are  these 620 

Who  are  these  like  stars  appearing 615 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom 345 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 362 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 406 

With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 124 

With  joy  we  lift  our  eyes 26 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 742 

With  the  sweet  word  of  peace 694 

With  Thee,  my  Lord,  my  God 

See  Still,  still  with  Thee 73 

Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing 4 

Ye  choirs  of  new  Jerusalem 296 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim 703 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim 8 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 640 

Yes,  for  me,  for  me  He  careth 464 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 431 

Zion,  the  marvelous  story  be  telling 

See  Shout  the  glad  tidings 184 


ffn&ej  of  Selections  for  Gbanting 


Opening  Sentences 901 

O  come,  let  us  sing  unto  the  Lord  (Venite,  Exultemus 

Domino) 902 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high  (Gloria  in  Excelsis) 903 

We  praise  Thee  O  God  (Te  Deum  Laudamus) 904 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  God  of  Israel  (Benedictus) 905 

O  be  joyful  in  the  Lord  (Jubilate  Deo) 906 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  (Sanctus) 907 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord  (Cantate  Domino) •  908 

God  be  merciful  unto  us  (Deus  Misereatur) 909 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  (Bonum  est  Confiteri) .  910 

Praise  the  Lord  O  my  soul  (Benedic,  Anima  Mea) 911 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  (Magnificat) 912 

Lord,  now  lettest  Thou  Thy  servant  (Nunc  Dimittis) . . .  913 

Baptismal  Chant 914 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  (Dominus  Regit  Me) 915 

Out  of  the  deep  (De  Profundis) 916 

The  Beatitudes 917 

The  Lord's  Prayer 918 

Responses  to  the  Commandments 919 

Offertory  Sentences 920 

Glory  be  to  the  Father  (Gloria  Patri) 921 

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